He touched with his finger tips etc so I took his hand and cupped it and put it on my boob (blouse) and then pressed his fingers. It was like priming ... fucking pump. Once he got the idea, he started breathing so hard that I stopped kissing him. That breath. Yuck! I just let him feel me up and then I put his other hand on the other one and let him do it awhile. I never took my top off or anything but he got a good long feel.I started getting the idea he thought he was going to get to fuck me but. In my dreams, I sat on a bench in the mall as disembodiedlower halves of women strolled by. I watched them passing by,terrified, vaguely aware of their terrible significance. I took nopleasure in watching them. I could hear whispering voices all aroundme, "Aren't they nice? ... Look at those legsssss! ... I'd love to getmy hands on those! ... Heheheheheheheh." Though I slept, I got nocomforting rest.Slowly, I began to wake up, half aware of what was going on. For thebriefest of moments I. I was the scapegoat; I was the odd one out that everyone else could treat with scorn and ridicule. Hannah acts like a slut? Blame David. Elizabeth burns the meat for dinner? Blame David! No, the twins had to stick together. I was regarded as the threat to their cosy existence. And what now? After thirty years they've returned to start it all over again." Oh Lord, what am I to do? All I ask for is peace and to be left alone so that Beckie and I can continue to build a tribe worthy of worshipping. All I could do was submit to his attentions and breathe in his scent.I felt compelled to kiss his neck while he was running his arms up and down my back, squeezing me tighter to him. The heat from his body, and the feel of his heart thumping against mine was too much. I couldn’t stop kissing his neck and grinding my crotch against his. His cock felt just as hard as mine, and I thought that it might burst through his pants at any time. Maybe that’s why he was wearing leather...It felt hard.