Strength. Compassion. Cleverness. The closeness drove my desire for her. I am a man, I will not tell you I need her, but I do. I need to touch her and...kiss her and fuck her. I need to possess her as a man possesses a woman and is possessed by her in return. It’s as vital within me as my need to breathe. It drives me at an animal level, and it took much to resist simply tumbling to the floor with her and fucking her relentlessly without finesse. But being of nobler mind as well, I was able to. The lad on my right then undone the buttons on my blouse and pulled it to the side, almost off my shoulders and then the other side, my breasts in my bra were now on show, again the lad on my right then reached over and slid his hand inside the left cup of my bra and took hold of my breast squeezing it, the lad on my left then moved and another lad, a black one sat next to me, he had a quick feel of a breast before he too started to rub my pussy through my knickers, the lad with his hand inside. To be frank you are very beautiful today"Mom: "If you want something you can ask me directly. You need not praise me"Me: "I am frankly saying this. You are very beautiful in that dress"Mom: "Oh! so it is the dress not me!"Me: "I mean you are beautifull but in that dress you are damn sexy there was some silence as it is the first time I used the word sexy. She then turned to the other side and covered the blanket. I crept into that blanket and kept my hand around her waist. At This point my bare. As we walked together I really did feel like a desirable girl. The feeling was over powering and intoxicating. I was so in to the moment that I no longer cared about what he wanted from me. Matt sat me down on the bench and fondled me, I was trembling and began to cry. He leaned forward and began to kiss me first on the cheek then my neck and lips. I knew I should stop, but the feeling was so intense I did not want to stop. Matt nibbled my ear, took my hand, and rubbed it on his penis. I am a.