You then suck my fingertips…Pure temptation I can’t resist…Upon this tender morning mist…I caress your neck so slightly…While you hold me re...lly tightly…With my back against the grass…As I then squeeze your tight ass…My hands move to your thighs…Then I gaze upon your eyes…We then follow with our kiss…Igniting slowly with pure bliss …I am filled with much desire…Your luscious neck I then aspire…Starting to nibble on your neck…Turns you quickly to a wreck…Your sweet nothings so exotic…Gasping. " Mrs. Logan ordered as Peter climbed out of theclothes hamper."But mom, I was only having some fun." Peter pleaded."It wasn't funny to your sister." Mrs. Logan said as herubbed the back of his neck."Sorry, sis." He muttered half heartedly while picking uphis rubber snakes."Like you mean it," Mrs. Logan said in a serious tone."Sorry," Peter repeated."Now get your pajamas on like your sister and meet me downstairs if you wish to watch the movie with you."Peter soon joined his mother and sister. We kept drinking, talking and laughing and my friend Payal was included in our conversation, too. Everything was light and friendly — and then she put her hand on my thigh. It was more than just a light brushing to emphasize a point, she put her fingers there and kept them there, daring to rub and massage my leg.I could feel my heart beating faster and I knew my pussy was getting wet.”C’mon,” Payal said, oblivious to what was going on, “let’s go dance!””Would you like to?” I asked Roshni.”Of. I had a momentary flash of non-specific panic and stood up - adjusting the curtain so that there was no possible gap. Assuring what privacy I could possibly control. Who needs privacy? You've just cooperated in getting dressed with a man you'd never met till five o'clock. I brought the hankie hand up the front of my right leg and reached under my skirt watching the image do the same. I gently scrubbed my tummy and the lumpy jucture of my things with the silken hankie. I was still sopping wet,.