Just drop it—better safe than sorry!Nancy and I had a reservation at the Palmer House, still one of the best places to stay in Chicago, if you could...afford it, and we could. Our cover for our trip to Chicago was the software convention being held at the big convention center on the shore of Lake Michigan. I wanted to go just to see what the competition was pushing this season. It wouldn't be until tonight that I started chasing terrorists.In keeping with my persona as a handicapped software. He massaged her toes and started to work his way back up her thighs. He slowly spread her legs. He could barely see her pussy under the towel. Stephanie was getting very aroused his soft, warm hands were working on her. She kept imagining what his cock look like, as he massaged her thighs, he moved his hands between them caressing all the way up to her pussy. Right before he got to her pussy. He pulled his hands away. He poured more oil on his hands lifted the towel and started. That moment was the moment where she would force herself to cry, collapse in front of him and, somehow in the end, it would be all his fault. “I have been keeping some things from you, I know, I…I just didn’t know when to tell you. How to tell you…”she gasped, and…yep. There they were. The Tears. She breathed in deeply through her nose, an effort to enhance the fact that it was becoming stuffy with emotion.Steven stood up and wiped his hand down his face, brow to lower lip. “Who?” he simply. After another long spell of kissing and tonguing he stood up and asked if I would sleep with him, to which I replied yes then he asked if he could undress me down to my little boy panties for bed. Not understanding I said yes and he slowly removed all of my clothes in between long kisses until I was standing in just my tiny blue briefs or as he called them, my panties. He carried me upstairs to his bedroom and laid me on the bed then very gently opened my legs and gently run his hand between.