“I’m enjoying it and I want you to be comfortable with me, so do what you want. Just tell me what you want me to do.”She slid a free hand up my ...rm, across my chest and up my neck to softly rub my ear as she pulled us gently closer and giving me a kiss on my neck and then my cheek.Then in a rush she let the seatback all the way down, undid her belt and slid my hand up onto her belly. “Just please don’t stop touching me!” she whispered, almost impatiently. And while I started tracing my finger. .. Beth," said Sarah. "I can't picture Dad filling that role."Diane giggled. "You probably avoided thinking about the folks having sex at all." Sarah nodded agreement."How bizarre," said Sarah, "that we're having a quiet conversation as we sit around our sister who is being all but raped on the table in front of us." You're right, Sarah," whispered Laura. "I think Beth is having a very old fantasy fulfilled." Guilty as charged, Laura. Ooh, Martin! Fuck a baby into me," breathed Beth. "Fuck two. I was worried that she looked tired, worried and drawn. She'd lost some weight, which she could ill afford to do. I thought it was just pressure of work, and encouraged her to ease off. Though she agreed, I didn't think she'd really do anything about it.At the Easter break, she went to her parents' for a few days before coming to Sheffield. I met her off the train that time and she flew into my arms; we held each other close for several minutes before heading off into the town centre for. Shortly after we disengaged and Jessy walked away.I went to my room, and soon my semen was flowing into the my bathroom’s toilet bowl.I decided that from now on, thin sweatpants would be my uniform for arriving home.I don’t know who was really guiding/controlling our hugging sessions, her or me, but they always progressed forward to more. Each day it was either a longer hug or more intense hug or a hug with something new. But, the one sure thing was that it was more than the day before.We never.