He ran his tongue along her collarbone, taking his time fondling her nipple with his hand before replacing it with his mouth, moving the hand to servi...e the other breast. He could feel the wetness of her pussy as it soaked through his sweatpants. He used his other hand to reach between them, letting her grind her clit against his palm as he slid a finger into her slick opening.When his finger slid inside her, Sarah didn't want to wait anymore. She loved the feel of his mouth on her tits, but. One day, at work, my phone rang, and the receptionist, Marla, informed me that she was transferring a call to me.“Hello, this is John, how may I help you?”“John, this is Christine Garrett.”I turned to my computer and started typing in a search to pull up Christine Garrett’s patient account. When it didn’t come up, I paused for a moment, then lightly smacked myself on the forehead. Duh, it’s... “Um, Chris Garrett, Lisa’s sister?”“Right. Right. Sorry, I was a little distracted there. How are you. "Son of a bitch, I'll bet she masturbated when she got home. Oh yes, Ned, you're going to get her sooner rather than later."I'll call you tomorrow, Carrie." OK, Ned."My body was squirming with excitement. If she still had her cherry, and I was sort of sure about that, it would soon be mine. Meanwhile, I put my clothes back on and sat down to watch a ball game until Mom returned.When she got home, Mom kissed me, on the lips, the same way she always kisses Dad, including that little intrusion of. Nice big tits firmly encased in a sports bra. Safe panty lines. And she was FIT. I remember thinking that I couldn’t possibly fuck her ! ! ! !! She will fuck me instead. Over a month passed in just eye balling her while I worked to get my body in some shape. I missed no opportunity in checking her out in the mirrored Gym. I also noticed that she would stare when she thought I was not looking or busy with something.She was definitely interested but the question was as to how does one move on.