I touched her with my fingers, but again, avoided her primary erogenous zones. Eventually she pushed me away, panting. Her eyes told me she was impati...nt again.“This is weird,” said Harper.“Obviously,” said Hannah, without looking at her.“No, I mean it sort of looks like you’re making out.”“We are making out,” said Hannah.“It just seems weird that adults make out.”“Making out is foreplay,” said Hannah. “That’s why parents don’t want their children to engage in it. It’s a prelude to more serious. I pulled a small table over to the fire and put the oatmeal and chocolate on it for her. “Sorry but the milk is skimmed as I only get groceries delivered periodically. If I can’t freeze it or it isn’t dried or in cans, it spoils pretty quickly.”“Where are we?” Jennifer asked as she ate. I got a map of the area and showed her then got a map that showed the whole west coast of Canada and the lower part of Alaska and showed her where we were in relation to the mainland of North America. As I was. Being short had few advantages, one of then being this. She sighed again. It felt so good to be lovingly touched, and it felt sexy to be standing at her sink with breasts bared. Still, Jenni offered one last bit of resistance. ‘I’m all wet in front. Sweaty and wet…’ ‘I love wet women’ said Hank with a laugh. ‘The wetter the better.’ That was it. Jenni grabbed the edge of the sink tighter for balance as Hank caressed her nipples lightly and pulled them between his thumb and finger. ‘Ohhh….that. She lived in the east bay across the bay from San Francisco didn’t have a car so I was hard for to get away and come play. So over the few months we exchange messages and I would throw out ideas of what I wanted to do to her. I would tell her how she would wear no bras or panties when she first meet me and how once entering my place she should get on her knees so I could use her mouth for my pleasure. Or how I was going to tie her up and tease and spank her slutty pussy until she admitted what.