I can think only of tasting your skin, devouring every last inch of it, knowing that we’ve gone beyond the point of no return now. Leaning forward, ... gently kiss your lips, but I can feel the wanting within us growing and spurring me on. Swirling my tongue around yours, sucking it gently, taking just the tip of it and flicking it along the roof of your mouth sending shivers up and down your spine. My mouth moves down lower, along your neck, feeling your breath quicken. Down, along your. A set of 42D tits that still stand proud, and a nice flat, hard 34" waist and at 5'7" it all fits me well. I will admit. I did start dressing a little differently. Not like a needy slut or anything. Just not so conservatively.Mike and I own a cabin on a local lake. It's nothing fancy. A small two-room cabin with a loft overlooking the downstairs. Chris spends more time there than anyone. This is where it all began. I should have stayed home that weekend."We fishing Saturday?" Chris asked as we. The same girl he remembered, just the adult version of her.She took a drink of her water that Betty had just dropped off, watching him watch her, some amusement in her eyes."Yeah, you knew, didn't you? No surprise on your face. Dad, where the HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" Graces voice raised at the end of the sentence, and John's eye's flicked around the diner. Others had taken notice."You really wanna do this here? Now?" he asked."Why the hell not? At least you are here. I don't know if you'd show if. It wasn't a massive bust just enough to give him agirlish shape, he was naturally slim thanks to running and cycling."You haven't much hair on your legs but these thick denier black tightswill cover everything." Betty had to show him how to roll the hosieryon. "What lovely legs you have," she commented."Something every young man wants to hear," Paul replied."From here on in you're a young lady, my dear," said Jane sternly butwith a smile."Of course, I apologise." Right then Paula, put on this.