For some time I caressed her lower abdomen over her panty and then went down further towards her vagina and pressed my hand against it. She shivered a...d parted her lips from my lips breaking our kiss, closed her eyes and turned her face away from me. Now I got up and sat on her thighs and leaned down to kiss her nipples one by one and fondling with her soft silky breasts with my both hands. She kept her eyes close for sometime keeping her face on one side. She was topless with scattered hair. ?Issy?? I asked. She nodded. ?What are you doinghere???I couldn?t take it anymore. Not her and her rules,? she spat. I triednot to smile. ?You know what it?s like.??Sadly no.? Her face fell and I felt the cold wind blowing. As themonths progressed, I found myself colder in spite of all the extraweight I was carrying. ?But you should come inside.?I took a good look at her in the corridor. Her legs and arms were thinbut long. She?d been through a growth spurt recently.?How did you get here?. As my prick slipped inside her she breathed out a long, low "Oh, Sam!"I reached around and grabbed two big handfuls of tit-flesh through her blouse while she ground her cunt around on my root. She lifted up until my cock nearly popped from her hole, then dropped down again, impaling herself. Soon her wet cooze was sliding up and down my pole in earnest."Oh, Sam, it's been so long. It feels so good." I know, I know." I kissed her back through her blouse, continuing to paw her boobs. Within a few. Large, firm hands. A man's hands. Familiar hands. Not to me, obviously, but to her. I know this routine. Usually its the umpteenth asshole boyfriend, but no - these aren't some dumbass teenager's hands, not even those of some shithead college jock. This guy's way older, so that means the truth is far more sour still - he's a relative, I bet. Some fucker she's trusted, once. That's painful. The cacophony of emotions begins to make a little more sense to me. There's that quivering strand of.