I told her I had something else for her to smoke. She said, “I’m not smoking those shit cigar things,” and twisted her face. Putting my cigar in...my mouth I theatrically took her cigarette and packet, returned her cigarette to it before putting the packet in my shirt pocket. I said, “Your smoke is down there,” pointing at the small lawn 3ft lower than the patio. She looked confused and I put my hand on the back of her neck and guided her down the steps and walking her back along to where we were. I was speechless as he moved his hand to the panties and pulled them from my lap. I was too shocked to protest when he grabbed my hand and moved it to the large bulge growing in his pants. Slowly he used my hand to unzip his pants then moved my hand inside his briefs to his cock. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was completely naked in a public place with my hand on the first dick I had ever touched other than my own. With my hand on his monster he slid his pants and underwear to the. Maybe her parent's troubles made her gun shy."Nicole, I know ... and that's what makes it so hard ... seeing him ... being around him on days like today ... days that were always anticipated and were to be filled with love and joy. I see what I've done to him ... seeing him without the love that used to be in his eyes when he looked at me. God, how could I be so stupid!" You need to stop beating yourself up. Dr. Willets said you have to give it time ... and you and Dad have to have time to. ” Time for some serious sex.” After our first explosive orgasms, we lay together, me kneeling between her widespread legs, still connected, our flushed, sweaty bodies moving gently back and forth, hastening my recovery while savoring the afterglow. Wordlessly, we watched one of her hands slip between the breasts I’d seen swell from tiny ‘skeeter bites into things of bountiful beauty. The journey continued over her flat stomach, not stopping until the fingers nestled amid her trimmed, silky.