We spoke via email, Facebook chat, and occasionally phone as much as we could. We had 40 years to catch up on! We talked about how our lives had been,...and compared notes of having grown up in the same smallish town but almost five years apart. Because she now lived some distance (about a 1.5 hour drive) away we didn’t get very many opportunities to get together, so she got a Skype account and we started chatting there, which was better than the Facebook chat app. And on one of the rare visits. ’ ‘Or they’re doing it to get what they want from you, in your case?’ I asked. ‘Well yes. I try not to think about that at the time, though. As that is not a turn-on, but a turn-off.’ ‘When you know they may be going along with it in order to get something from you, then it helps if the pain or denial is even more pronounced than under other circumstances?’ ‘Yes, for sure’ he answered. ‘Which is probably why the way they do things here is so intense. So beyond what I would be able to impose. But what if I just grabbed her and fucked her as I was sensing she wanted me to do. What if I just took her whether or not this was really what she wanted? Maybe she was just looking for my approval of the way she had changed over the past few years.All I know my mouth was dry and every nerve in my body was on edge, just standing there with me looking at that gorgeous body, her tits, her pussy, and the nakedness of her body I barely could resist. I just wanted to throw her down, start eating. His hands traveled up to pull the straps of my dress and bra down, and I immediately pulled them the rest of the way down, off my arms. I placed my hands on his chest and felt his heart hammering away, the same speed as mine. "Matthew," I moaned, needing him to touch me again. "Lyla, this is... so insane." "Please, don't think about it. Just... please, touch me." "Oh, fuck." All of a sudden my face was in his hands and his lips were on mine. His tongue moved in my mouth, against my own. I.