And then felt fingers run down my body, across my breasts and down to my area. It felt like he was wearing gloves. "Are you wearing gloves?" I asked. ...Yes, they're massage gloves," he answered. "I've never heard of them," I told him. There was no answer, he was too busy to talk. He fingered me slowly and then rubbed my clit a little. This only lasted a minute though and then I felt his penis around my opening. It moved around it a little, rubbing it, teasing me. Then he slowly entered me. He. ”My hands on your shoulders, you start the bike and pull out and head down the road - taking off so quickly my hands on your shoulders aren’t enough so without even thinking about it, I wrap my arms around your waist squeezing tight. You’re taking the long way back to town and along roads I’ve not ridden before. As you coast along the roads, your hand drops down to your leg - occasionally running along mine as well. To start with I move away, but I’m quite enjoying the cheekiness of it now, so. So for the next six months, I was sitting in her library with her and sometimes one or both of her kids singing softly and playing the guitar, while her husband and some friends played poker in the den. They were loud and noisy, we were quiet and respectful. I found myself looking forward to her lessons. Her subtle beauty, her soft voice, and those blue eyes. I loved the way her eyes sparkled while we sat on the settee and I sang simple love songs. I saw the sadness in them when our lesson. I took a seat opposite her. and said, "Wanda told us last night that you said she could live with us if we were okay with it. Is that really how you feel?" That girl has a mind of her own, Jase; and she's as stubborn as a mule. It wouldn't do me any good to oppose her, and it probably wouldn't do you any good to oppose her, either. It's not what I had planned for her, but being with you guys is probably the best thing that could happen to her." That was pretty much what I was thinking, too. We.