The look on her face was one of an a****l. The soft, professional, conservative look was replaced by one of hunger and passion. "What the hell," Jake ...hinks as he throws caution into the wind and grabs her. He pulls her in and runs his hands along her side, then up to her breasts. He boldly grabs her tits. She threw her head back and moaned again. He put his hands on her shoulder and guided her to the bench in the back. forcefully, he sat her. Next, he got down on his knees and forced her legs. "Mark shook his head. "Nothing to mind about. It was innocent fun. Nice fun too," he added with a gentle smile. "What was her reaction?" She said, 'You weren't the first, darling, I promise you.' and I blurted out, 'You and Uncle Bob?' And she nodded."Serena looked down at her hands again."Go on," said Mark. "That's not all, is it?"Serena shook her head but said nothing and her hands twisted nervously in her lap."It's all right if you don't want to tell me the rest but you've certainly roused. .. on the floor," I urged. "Get on me. Hurry, Philly, hurry."He moved off the couch in a hurry and knelt quickly between my parted thighs. By then, I had completely lost it ... all I could think of was having his cock inside me. It was moving in close when he realized what was happening. I saw a look of fear and panic in his eyes and I sensed that he was going to pull away. Desperately I reached out my hands and grabbed at him, trying to hold him in place so that he would complete the act. I. As Doug and I sit for a meal or two, on the large dining table, where we await for our food to be served by his obliging and obedient house keeper, I look at him quietly and shyly somehow a little bit. His eyes are intense and serious and frightful in some way, and he has them fixed and glued straight on me. I don't know what the hell is exactly going on in his mind. I am not a mind reader. And I only wish that I had that divine ability and power to unravel out what goes on in people's.