After letting us in, she poured coffee, bending over her Mr. Coffee, giving me ample opportunity to scope her magnificent bottom. Did l detect a sligh... wiggle? I stood there, mesmerized, drooling like the pervert I dreamed of becoming. We took our cups to the window, watching in silence, our bare arms touching. My heart was pounding like Clint Howard's at an adult diaper commercial audition. And feeling almost as desperate.Turning to face me, keeping sensual eye contact, she whispered, "Do you. Andrew leaned back down and began kissing Lizzie again, though now he allowed his hands to roam over her back and body, carefully avoiding her tits and pussy, but running down her back and cupping her asscheeks through the tiny bits of fabric. Lizzie simply moaned, reveling in the new sensations pouring through her body. She enjoyed it even more when his lips left hers, tracing a line along her cheek, to her jaw and then down, to nibble her neck and shoulders. By the time he moved lower, he had. I will think of how much I hate his touch. I will concentrate on that, nothing else. “Never,” I tell him through gritted teeth. I am about to tell him he can go to hell when I think of something that might be more useful. I switch to German. ”Fahr zur Hölle, du Hurensohn!” “English, you mother-fucker! English!” His grip tightens, fingers digging into my scrotum.This is not good. I want him to let me curse in German. How can I convince – Ah, I have it!“Bitte, Victor – I mean, please --. ”“Then I don’t open my waist band to remove my skirt.”“I don’t take off my trousers and hang them and your skirt up.”“Since you don’t, since we don’t, there is no opportunity to kiss skin-to-skin for the longest time while your hand explores my back and holds my derriere.”“And I don’t kiss your belly while kneeling to remove my shoes.”“And I don’t invite you into my bed.”“Then, I don’t have the opportunity to kiss you from ankle to ear.”“I don’t get to capture your mouth for a real kiss with my.