We had spent most of the afternoon, after slow dancing, slowly and deeply kissing through our super tight and shiny stocking masks (him in black, me i... a double shimmery honey) as my favourite seduction song ‘Queer’ by Garbage was playing on repeat. We were both completely encased in shiny tights, him in glossy black and me in thick honey. We looked so self-satisfied between our kisses. It was a thrill, exchanging our treacherous nylon kisses, while Kev was breaking his back at work for John.. ’ Her pussy lips parted as her legs went over his lap, and she wrapped her arms around his neck… he couldn’t believe the surge of power that he felt. Never, with any other patient, had he even been tempted to do something like this. There was just something so compelling about her, so beautiful, and her admission of fantasizing about him had just prompted his dick to take over. Perhaps it was wrong, but he already felt like there was no turning back… and to tell the truth, he didn’t really want. Hearing her voice did something to him every time, sending these urges through him.They were good friends, but her voice, soft, sweet voice with the hint of huskiness that bordered on sin made him want to beg her for a moan, anything to ease his tormented mind. His closed eyes pictured those nipples, hard and pink on her small chest, begging for his tongue to lick them, his teeth to tease them.He groaned and rubbed his face. She would be the death of him. He could see himself pushing them up to. Grace bought me a beautiful dress for Homecoming. I spent a Saturdaywith her hoping my mother wouldn't find a reason to come by and see mewith my mum pinned on my dress.I spent time with her during the Christmas break and we enjoyed ourregular time and exchanged little gifts.The next summer we spent some of the days together but I turned sixteenand had to get a summer job at the insistence of my father. He wasright to push me, I would rather have stayed and visited with Grace allthe time, but I.