When I reached into her underpants she pushed my hand away, so I focussed on kissing her breasts, causing shockwaves to travel through her body. She w...s very sensitive, and had an orgasm from my kissing her breasts. This became our regular Saturday excursion. I would pick her up at her house after lunch, drive her to the horses, and we would ride to the shack. Each time I picked up Galina, Mama would come out and look me over with a knowing smile, offering a basket of food she had cooked for. “Brat…” he muttered, dipping his hips so that his still clothed erection brushed against her skin. She bucked, craving the friction against her sensitive flesh. “Damien!” She hissed, her eyes darkening. He chuckled, repeating the action. “Evangeline, so desperate for me…” Again, “I bet I could get you off just from this.” Evangeline whimpered, squirming underneath him. “Want you…” she murmured. “You’ve got me.” He promised her. She shook her head, her hands tugging at the waistband of his. ”I said nothing, preferring to walk in silence. Kevin was having none of it.“Do you want my advice?”I sighed. “Do I even get to cho-”“I say, text her anyways. Let her know she’s here for you. As long as you don’t double-text, ‘clingy guys’ don’t even exist to girls. They love that shit. They want you knowing you’re thinking about them twenty-four-seven. That way they’re less likely to suspect you’re cheating on them.”I felt a burning in my cheeks. I really hoped Kevin didn’t notice.Luckily, he. ‘Is that something that after all this time you would still like to do?’ ‘With all my heart.’ he answered hoarsely. ‘Well then how would you want … how would you like … to express your worship, Sam? What would make it special for you?’ It wasn’t as if Sam hadn’t thought about this, hadn’t obsessed about it virtually every day since this had all begun. It was just that he had never really believed that it could truly happen. And while he knew that it was all that he could ever reasonably hope.