I was hurt. Okay, I think it's a bit hypocritical to pretend that my heart was broken. After all I'd been trying to figure out whether or not I actual...y loved her too. I guess in my case I liked her a lot, but was unsure what love was supposed to feel like. I couldn't actually say that I did love her but I also couldn't say unequivocally that I didn't.I guess I'd never really been in love so I didn't know what I was supposed to feel. But I'd never cheated on her and I'd been faithful and true. . Or all of it... I slid my hands under her shirt. Her skin was soft and warm to my touch as my hands slowly climbed up her back, feeling the ripple of her muscles as she shivered. A small groan brushed my neck as my hands slowly made theirway back down her body to her shorts."Cam..." She whined. She tried to stand, tried to get away from my hands. I used the moment to sit up, leaning into the corner of the couch. I snagged her 'round the waist and pulled her against me again so she was. The aunty avoided me for the next ten minutes or so. The foolish me immediately jumped to the conclusion that the aunty must have finally decided to resist the advances of this lech. But, no, the slutty wife was so much under my sexual influence that she now came and asked my mobile and asked me to contact her husband. She wanted to inform him that I had arrived. He had gone for some emergency work at office as early as 7.30am and wanted to come back to join me for breakfast. He was obviously. Das ist zwar sehr gemütlich aber bewegen können wir uns nicht so viel. Wir haben keine Schlafsäcke dafür aber eine große Decke die wir uns teilen.Du liegst mit deinem Bauch an meinem Rücken und wir sind noch etwas am erzählen dann spüre ich auf einmal deine Hand unter der Decke die zärtlich über meinen Rücken fährt du streichelst mich überall am Rücken am Po am Bauch deine Hand gleitet über meinen arm bis zu meinem Hals hinunter zu meiner Brust.Du nimmst meine Brust in deine Hand und knetest.