He took my chin in his hand and started to kiss me with such passion. I was shocked at first then I gave in as he started to stroke my leg. He pulled ...way from me saying, "Kylie, I've wanted you for so long." "What about all the teasing?" I said. "I couldn't let my sister know about me liking you," he said as he begain kissing me some more. We sat there kissing like eternal lovers for what seemed like hours. I was so wet that you could see a wet spot forming on my shorts. I couldn't take just. " good thing. That was one thing I tried to make sure you and your sister weren't burdened with. It didn't seem right, not with what was going on at work." And I appreciate it. Carl had a bit of it, but I'm training it out of him. The latest is nude baking. I've been making muffins and doughnuts, and..." Don't try nude frying," her mother said. "Spatters can hurt." I know. It's funny, but about an hour or so after we both get home he begins to get randy. I do, too. Oh, it isn't as bad as it was. “I want you.” Her voice was barely recognisable, husky and low and though it was meant more as a thoughtful comment it held the evidence of rising passion. He raised his head, met her gaze with his so full of longing and desire. “You have always had me.” It was then he moved over her, breached her body with his. She was surprised. Normally she needed more foreplay - but now she was wet, her body stretching around his in exquisite agony. With every inch he owned more of her, with every moment. They were wetter than she had given herself credit. How could such a brazen story turn her on so much? She ran her fingertips across the material, tracing the outline of her lips beneath, her clit already proud, begging to be touched.She slid her fingers beneath the stained cotton, seeking her sensitive jewel and gasping when she found it. Slick with juice, her digit circled, periodically dipping between her drizzling petals to lubricate it more. Her mind was inexplicably filled with images of.