It was a dark room and so I pushed the curtains and the moonlight made our nude bodies glare. It was a beautiful view to see our nude bodies stuck cl...se to each other. Soon I felt something wet on my thigh. It was her cum. Maybe she was aroused too much.I saw her riding on my thigh. So I pushed and pulled my thigh under her clit. She was moaning heavily and laid on my breast. I embraced her in my big arms and moved my leg more and more. She was moaning loudly. It was really nice to hear my. What an amazingsight! Her round ass, sitting atop long legs lengthened by her “fuck me”heels. A tiny black thong enticing him, teasing him. SMACK! A wonderful sound as his hand lands squarely on her ass. Herbody twisting as a scream escapes her lips. A bright red hand print slowlyappears. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! Now four hand prints cover her ass and thescreaming is sweet music to his ears. Taking off his belt he thinks, nouse having my hand hurt. Welts rise up as each blow. " Oh, I don't know if embarrassed is the right word. I felt sorry for Wanda, and your dad wasn't..." I'm not talking about Wanda and my father."Here it is. The dreaded "You know what you did." I'd heard stories about this, too."Jill, I don't know what you're talking about." This morning. In the bathroom. Jack, I got the idea you were embarrassed to have me in there with you." Oh. Yeah, I guess you're right. Unsure, maybe. Or uncomfortable. Jill, I don't know what's right and what's wrong here.. For the next few months I studied him whenever he was near. I didn’t have any more dreams about him but sometimes I got that exciting little hum between my legs by thinking or looking. I had learned that massaging myself could send me over a very pleasant edge so I quietly brought myself to orgasms late at night. We went to the river four more times and each time I wore my bikini and secretly hoped he was watching me. Every time we were there I would notice him checking my breasts then my.