Spurred on by the unimaginable amounts of pure unadulterated horniness that surged and cavorted within her, Kelly's mind raged, 'Oh, my Lord. Does sh...e have any idea what she doing to me?' Unsure as to how to best deal with what was going on, Kelly, after a good bit of indecision, elected to try the simplest approach, that being: to simply shift position in her seat. Luck was with her. Gale appeared to take the hint, owing to the fact that she did what Kelly hoped she would, with that being:. .. today, is Sunday. I don't have to drive home until Monday at the earliest. Would you like me to take you home? We can spend tomorrow, together. I'll visit you, discussing anything you like, all day." Would you be offended if I asked to stay here, with you, tonight? If you could try to not have sex with me, until at least we know each other a bit better, and we can just hold each other; I'd be so grateful! Maybe, in time, we could carry things a little bit further?"I sighed, thinking that sex. She didn't resist. Then his mouth was on hers, his tongue pushing through her sweet lips with no resistance. Her hands were under his shirt already, fumbling to undo his belt. He let go of her ass and undid his pants, dropping them down along with his shorts. Her long nails were trailing over his thighs; his cock was big and hard, already showing a bead of precum. She felt herself being pushed down his strong hands on her shoulders forcing her lower, she didn't resist, letting him force his. And every time she did, our quite different, but similarly purposed body parts collided in a way that wasn't more than a tender stroking, but to me, felt like two tectonic plates rubbing against each other. During one of these collisions, I made a rather poor judgment call. One we all make from time to time, one that usually ends in angry looks, or a slap in the face, or merely a sigh. The brain thinks: I can take another one of these strokes, of these blows, of whatever the specific action at.