She could barely even feel his hard dick pressing into her. It had her monumentally frustrated, and she ran her hands over his body, down to his hips,...trying to encourage him to more. For a moment, it seemed that she had succeeded, and his hands ran up along her body to cup her breast. The touch was gentle and light, and she moaned into his mouth, pressing it against him, trying to get him to squeeze her breast harder. Instead, it was just still the same light teasing touch, as he stroked her. Marco closed the door, crossed the small room and sat in the chair across from her. He had to give her some credit, the tea was set for two, but then again that could be just another coincidence. ‘Have some tea with me,’ she said offering Marco a cup. It smelled sweet, like a mix of the sweetest fruits and flowers. When he began to drink though, it tasted bitterly sour. He noticed the old lady hadn’t drank from her cup yet, but instead turned and put something in an incense burner. ‘Do you. Not ever cause I never wanted to stop feeling that."Hi." I stood in the hallway, smiling brightly at the boy."Hi." He smiled back at me, but it was a little uncertain. He was putting some books away and getting out some others, getting ready for his next class."I'm Stephanie, you're name is Chris, right?" Yeah," he nodded.He looked seriously hot, not handsome like my boyfriend Mark, but more pretty in a way. Almost feminine maybe, but Chris was definitely a boy too. I'd never met anyone like. Sandra met me at the door step, showing surprise in her look, at this inconvenient, and having problematic moment as well. I thought differently though. Another attitude, thinking this visit had been fine, ok, particularly at the sight of Sandra dressed in a tight mini skirt, at the door step, wearing white high heel shoes. She showed me inside and offered whisky which I helped myself. As she turned around to fetch the drink, she again offered me a stunning sight, which I began to enjoy.