He reached for her breast with one hand and let the other drop between her legs. She melted in his arms, moving against him and whispering his name. Y...ung and overcome with feelings she'd only had masturbating in bed at night, she pushed her 14-year-old body against his and bit his shoulder as his hand roughly, but accurately, rubbed her where she needed rubbing. She tensed, shook and cried out in the woods. Then she dissolved into her pleasure and out of the dream state. Once again he stood in. ---Nine out of ten times the girl would cum while I did the slow steady rubbing of her genitals---Next we soaped up again to get the oil of of us and shower again to get all the soap and oil off each other---then it was back to the massage table built for two---she would massage me and I would massage her fingering her clean pussy and playing with her now enlarged clit---when it was big and full I would go down on her and suck her off until she came---the first few times I did this the girls. Down past her navel, grazing over the tiny strip of hair, and between her legs, slowly she runs her slender fingers over her lips, allowing them to completely spread, allowing the hot water to make contact with all parts of her, very slowly dragging her finger back up, as a small groan exits her mouth and echo’s around the candle lit bathroom as the tip of her finger brushes over her clit. Her mind drifts remembering there easy conversation about what he had been up to at the weekend, and what. Reluctantly, I opened the door. Better to get over with it straightaway. But she was gone. Good.I woke up at nine in the morning. My damn doorbell again. I stumbled to the door in a drowsy state and opened it. Rachel again. Wordlessly I stepped aside and let her enter, being resigned to my fate. No need to delay the talk that was inevitable anyway. At least this charade would end today.Still without a word I went to the kitchen and started a coffee while she watched me in silence. I silently.