As we awkwardly and wildly kissed in a combination of her gasping and exhalation, I began to feel that he was no longer taking short thrusts, but had ...eveloped into harder and longer rhythmic thrusts. A few seconds into his f***efully thrusting his pelvis against hers, I leaned up to finally view what I had fantasized about all these years. As I did, Gina continued to squeeze my hand and hold it to her face. As she held my hand tightly, with her eyes squeezed closed she repeatedly gasped,. This just had to happen, she told herself. She had to demonstrate who was in charge here. Jealously or not, love or envy, this was what it had to come to.Maria took a few steps closer."I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"Boy that hurt, that really did. No mother wants to hear that. Why did she have to go so low?"Please don't go there baby, I love you, I only want to..." You don't love me, your a jealous BITCH!"She had gasped at the word. Such a stinging word. A word of complete disrespect. Only. It was as if she wanted me to see it and make love to her. After lunch, we drove off to a park and sat in an isolated place. She wrapped her arms around me from behind and said “hmm! I never want this moment to end Rahul!”. “Me too” I said. I could feel the softness of her breast and the fragrance of her body. I brought her in front of me and kissed her on her forehead. Our eyes met she put her hands over my shoulders. I was just inches from her lips. My heart skipped a beat. I could feel her. He was asleep on his couch. I went over to wake him. When he awoke, he looked at me and leaned up and kissed me on the lips. Then I leaned down to kiss him. We started kissing more and more heavily. He started unbuttoning my dress. I then stopped him and said. Is this right that we do this? What does your heart tell you he said? I then said. Make love to me, I want to be one with you. He then took off my dress. Then I took off his shirt. We were caressing each others body’s. He then took off my.