”“And you liked me sending those photos.”“No, definitely not.”“Liar.”“Trisha!”“Okay, stay in denial, but remember Saffy, we’ve b...een best friends for what, 15 years?”“Is it that long? Jeez.”Just then daddy walked in.“Oh hi Trisha, how are you?” Thanks for coming to cheer-up Saffy, she was a bit down. Oh, your blanket has come off, let me put it back on you.”“It’s okay Mr. Peterson, Saffy prefers it like that, it keeps her dry between her legs.”“Trisha, stop it.” I said.“Yes it does get quite hot. . now get off me and I'll consider not telling my sister about this."Again he combined her hands and held them down with his forearm as he inched his way further up her stomach. He reached behind with his free hand and traced the top of her panties until he found the waistband. Inching inside, he crossed the coarse pubic hair and pushed further to the top slit of her pussy. Her legs were squeezed together preventing him from delving deeper."Open your legs," he whispered."No!"Her breathing had. "Better?" His blue eyes smoldering into mine. I dig my nails into his buttocks, urging him to go faster, but he grabs my hands, placing them above my head and rolling his hips so I can feel all of him. His entire body is hard; his abs and pectorals grind against me, his thighs forcing mine further apart. I kiss him, and bite his lip. He speeds up. "Why don't you ever tell me what you want? You're usually so talkative," he says as he moves one hand down to massage my clit and the other to. A guy like him always had one, just in case. Whatever, if she was to be totally honest with herself she didn't want one in the way. “We’ll just do it like our parents did” “Oh? We walked in here I thought you'd break down, now you're making jokes?” “Guess you bring out the best in me” “Ha! Once a …” He trailed off but she knew what came next. It cut to the bone and she froze. He immediately sensed this.“I'm sorry. It was a quip, juvenile I know. I …” She headed him off. “It's okay. I've just ….