She too was moving up and down, synchronizing her pelvis movements with my thrusts almost to perfection. Our sounds went louder and louder. Without th...nking intentionally our movements started picking up pace. We both were breathing heavy and fast. She did not stop me from this and in fact complemented by embracing me close to her. The embrace brought my face upon her breasts once again. I wasted no time in licking them once again. My thrusts meanwhile never slowed down, rather I found myself. .. if he kills me so be it. I deserve anything that he does to me."Her heart jumps into her heart throat when he comes down the stairs. Despite her resolve she retreats from him. He sits heavily on the couch while she stays on her feet.Then he speaks heavily, "I wanted to kill you as badly as I have ever wanted anything in my life!"After a lengthy pause he continues with weary resignation in his voice, "But I can't! I love you. Is that insanity taken to the highest level or what? Ok, here is. In truth of course it wasn’t really a tape. That’s a misnomer these days. It was a memory stick. I plugged it into my computer and fired up my video program. It took me some fiddling, but I got the file to work. I sat down in my desk chair. On my screen, the camera swam into focus, the room was somewhat dim, with two comfortable-looking brown leather padded chairs with no arms. Wrackoff sat in the chair to the right, looking relaxed and a little bit smug, arms folded across his chest. He wore a. When I had askedher why I wasn't allowed to dress like that she told me maybe someday butfor now I needed to get used to being a girl and how she moves and actsand skirts reinforced that. After she grabbed a cup of coffee I felt hercome up behind me and lift the back of my skirt."Very good Diana," she said. "I see you even have the correct slip on." Thank you Aunt Sharon," I smiled as I turned to her and curtsied as Ihad been taught."You are welcome Diana," she smiled back. "You have learned.