”“I understand that, but my feelings are growing ... and I can’t stop them.”I put my arms around her, and saw her tears streaming down her fac.... Wow, this is real.I got out taking her by the hand and gave her a towel. We walked in to find the girls had returned. They waved, as we both got dressed.“So, what’s next tonight?” Jennifer asked.“Why does anything have to be next?” Clarice asked.“That’s how we do stuff,” Isabel said. “Something is always next.”“Is there a problem Michael, something. I am the only son and my father is bank emplyee.He had a collegue named raj.he was 58 at that time. He was half bald and ugly faced.his teeth looked as he never brush.Someyimes he used to visit us in presence of dad.Mom never liked him .I often heard her complaining dad not to ask him come home.May b because of the way he used to stare mom.he never dared to come in absence of dad.He lived somewhere else in the city.One day there was a party organised by bank manager on behalf of his farewell.He. Without a word, you drop your hand to my belt, fumbling the buckle open, at the zip, easing it down, fingers at the button, and then inside my briefs, gripping my shaft, freeing me.It's my turn to gasp now, as you work up and down the length of my shaft with the gentlest of caresses. The kiss building in urgency again as you slip my jeans down over my hips, cupping my balls as you do so, squeezing, making me moan.My hands are at your breasts working at your nipples, stretching, pinching gently,. Her words said one thing but her signs pointed toward a different conclusion. She needed to be seduced to reduce the last of vestiges of moral hang-up. I was more than willing and ‘up’ for the job.“Please mom! I didn’t cum yet . . . can’t I just put it in once . . . you’ll like it - you know you would.”“Yes I would. But no son, that would be going to far. We’re already are on dangerous ground. You wouldn’t be able to control yourself.”“I would, please let me, I have wanted you for so.