But now onto this stranger’s bed, his hands slipped up my thighs until they cupped my buttocks. His thumbs then pressed against my damp pussy lips, ...lipping between them. My groan was muffled, half in protest and half in encouragement. I writhed beneath his strong hands, pressing myself harder against him. I could not help but want him, whoever he was."Not so fast, babe.." Came his whisper in my ear. His weight lifted from me, but, before I could react, his hands were on my hips, turning me. "Yeah dad I just....im not feeling that great." I said which was a total lie. Jessica's bare foot rubbing my crotch felt amazing.I didn't want to have an incident at the dinner table. So I made an excuse to leave. "I think I'm gonna go to bed early." I said but Jess quickly replied. "I think you should stay and finish your dinner." She said it as more an order then an opinion. "Jess is right son. Eating will make you feel better." Rachel said. It was the first time she called me son but I was. "Say, you look absolutely smashing!" he remarked, changing the subject.Sandra had chosen a subdued tartan plaid skirt and vest with an off-white blouse. It not only looked very elegant, it showed off her attractive figure. A mature replica of her daughter, Sandra was slender, had long, shapely legs, heavy, full and pointed breasts, and an attractive face surrounded by light gold hair."Thank you," Sandra returned with a smile. "I must admit that I feel like Liza Dolittle, though." Liza Dolittle. But if you are asking if I am planning to have sexual intercourse with a very special young woman for the first time, then the answer is yes." Does this young woman know your intentions?" Dad asked."She kind of requested my intentions. But she doesn't know I want to arrange it for here. That's a surprise." I see." The options for a teenager are pretty limited, Mom and Dad. We could park someplace and make love in the back of the station wagon. I could ask a sympathetic older friend to rent a.
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