On my way to the top of your shoulder, my hands holding the tops of your arms, your hands pull at the bottom of my shirt so it rides up my back, allow...ng you to caress my back with your soft finger tips. Pressing your nails against my exposed flesh, you draw small red lines in my skin as your fingers travel up and down.I kiss your shoulder and then down to the swell of your breast, as my fingers tease the buttons on your blouse through the button holes. You push gently on my chest and lay me. So, consider this your only warning.For those of you that are still with me, allow me a moment to give you some context behind the events I plan on writing in more intimate detail:Among my many family members, there are only two that enjoy a good piece of classical music. Myself being one and the other being my aunt, Amy. Two years ago, she rented a hotel room for us to stay when we took a trip to the big city as the large concert processions of orchestral or choral performers had come to town. ’ ‘So call the cops,’ Mike said. ‘We’ll get your mom and bring her back to my place, until they find him.’ ‘It’s not that simple,’ Joy said. ‘My father is Robert Valentino.’ ‘The gangster? Your mother married him?’ Mike asked. The memory of the face flashed into Mike’s head. Tall, suave and dangerous looking. Ruthless, too. ‘I need to get Joy and Kay out of town,’ Jim said. ‘I know that you have money. I need to borrow some, man. I don’t want to involve my mother in this.’ Mike nodded. ‘Sure,. I stoped at the spot where her breasts hung and moved my hands gently over the sides and towards the inner groove between them. And back again, stopping but for a second t tweek the nipples, and then back down her side, it was not long till I found her ass cupped in my hands. She backed away alittle but I stopped her. She tried again and I gave her a quick spank and broke our kiss saying “No,” she smirked and went in for another kiss, I rubbed her ass and moved my hands back up her sides going.