I didn't let Jacob touch me anywhere else, and neither one of us touched his cock or really any of him, except for my stroking his head. On the second...night, he took his right hand off me at one point and started to stroke himself, but I stopped him."No, don't. I want to see you, you look so good like that, all hard. Keep your hands on me, here," and I put his hand back on my breast.And that's how we did it: he would sit on the edge of his bed, naked, while I stood next to him wearing only my. Theresa cried every time they parted because she could tell there was a barrier between them. Over the last few months she had become more perceptive of mother-daughter relationships around her, and it was killing her inside. Every example she saw filled her with longing and regret: longing for that kind of fellowship with Julie, and regret that she herself had made it impossible.For Julie, each meeting left her stressed, torn between hatred and guilt. She knew she would be better off never. .Some may say I’m lucky, others who share the same birthday as me, will take a different view. My birthday falls on Christmas Day. Yet here I was getting up excited and very early on Christmas morning just turned eighteen. I was prepared as usual for the ‘single double’ present that covered both birthday and Christmas. But at least it was under a tree. The tree I had helped decorate with these new supersized handmade specialty eight inch peppermint candy canes just recently made available for. I asked her to remove her blouse but she asked me to keep patience. She naughtily put her hands on her blouse and started pressing her breast and teasing me more. I think she was wearing a really tight blouse and her boobs were trying to get free air. While pressing her boobs, she unhooked her blouse buttons which were in front and making me view the process as if she was teaching me how to unhook a woman’s blouse. I was now rubbing my cock harder. Oh what a feeling that was as i was watching.