Mom laughed, "You keep your hands to your side while you kiss?" I did still have my hands down, "Come on, you have to show some affection, you're act...ng as if you're repulsed or something." "Just nervous, Mom." "Well good thing you're learning this now so you don't give her the wrong idea. Now just gently place your hands around my waist, or over my shoulder, and oh, yeah, it's really nice if you rub her neck and shoulders while kissing." I put one hand over her shoulder and began rubbing. I had already guessed why Henry wouldn’t be doing it – a middle-aged women moves into the duplex next door, she’s got a teenager with her, but no dad? Obviously, she drove her husband away by being a helpless and clingy ditz, and by gaining twenty pounds since their wedding day. (Just a wild guess.) ‘Henry ran off with a younger woman,’ she said, looking away. That’s when it hit me: I’m a judgmental asshole. I hate Christmas. I hate kids. I hate middle-aged women who don’t stay in shape. Do I. She fell almost asleep, so supine that her state was trancelike, but she was aware of what his hands were doing with her hair and then was aware when he moved to her nipples and licked them while caressing lightly all around them. He petted her pubic hair, soft light brown stuff, still barely touching her, and, as one would do with a cat, he stroked it again and again.Finally he spoke to her again. "Fraülein. My dear. You will come here every evening and stay until morning, as long as I want. You are driving me nuts, you are so fuckin' hot. Man, I am just about to tear those pretty little panties off of you, and fuck you till you can't walk straight for two weeks." Ummm, maybe another time?" I teased back. The idea of having him ram that big thing into me sent shivers of fear through me. He'd rip me apart.I kissed his chest, spending a lot of time sucking his hard little nipples. Then I slowly kissed my way down till I was kneeling on the floor in front of him. I had never seen a.