He just seemed to dominate everything and everyone around him and she felt that power as immediate submissive attraction. She almost melted into his ...trong, bronzed arms as he welcomed her into the family with a kiss that turned un-paternal very quickly. Under the shower, Suzanne’s little lefty pinky was dipping into her slick, wet vagina as she remembered the way he kissed her. Her sharp fingernails started to pinch her ultra-sensitive nipple. She moaned almost silently as she opened her. When she started to massage his thighs he felt almost erotic pleasure. She was using both of her hands and all parts, like she was kneading bread dough. At one point, she placed all her fingers just below his hip, pulling them down towards his knee, pressing the muscles firmly, and going up to the hip again. That move really enticed a sexual arousal and he wandered whether he was going to have a full erection. There was no embarrassment, his mind detected just hands and pleasure, not thinking. His Dad, Hoot and the Reverend McCoy walked up behind him as he stared at the paper.“Little Tom, this is yours, the keys are in the ashtray – Big Tom Meacham.He turned to see them smiling and ran to hug his Dad, The Reverend McCoy and Hoot.“Look under the hood Little Tom,” Hoot remembered telling him.Little Tom raised the hood, which now opened from the rear, like a sports car.He stood staring at the big Ford engine. He looked down to see the shiny headers ending just outside the running. "Michael, shirtless in the field, his back wet from working, he turns to see me..." Then what?" I could hear arousal in Abigail's voice. My eyes drifted closed as one of her fingers entered me. With her other hand, she eased my panties down enough to expose my vagina to the air. She looked down at my wet opening as sucking sounds crackled amongst the hay and the timbers of the barn."I want him to want to be with me. To feel his eyes gazing down my body, noticing my breasts. Can he tell how wet.