HE touches my hard nipples through my white summerblouse which is ubone down to my heaving breast,my heart is beating on my chest i can almost hear it...in the silence of the trees,he touches the nipples with both hands but does not realease them from there warm material he just tease them slightly making me shudder at the prospect of what he was going to do next.It didnt take long ,he reached down lifted my skirt up over my hips and spread my brae legs wide with his foot.Once again he just stood. "We all brightened up.Spot was eager to get out too.Neva went to the car and got out three sandwiches and brought them back for Top. After all, he was home for lunch. We stayed while he ate lunch and talked.Top really liked being a park ranger. There was never a day the same as the last. His job had diversity built in. He and Spot were attending Sonoma State University on the WEnet. They were both working for a degree in environmental studies. Top walked us to the visitor's center through the. No, Dante was often not gentle and took his pleasure whenever and however he pleased. She would tell you he was mostly rough, indifferent to her desires and would angrily pound against her until he got his release, only then becoming tender. She devised ways to avoid him, surprising and delighting herself with her ingenuity. But his onslaught was never deterred for more than a day or two. Was Dante abusive? Was Catherine’s role in life to be a victim? I can’t answer that, but I can tell you. In a minute she was positively panting out of excitement and frustration."Settle down." No, I need it so badly." Stop. You need to learn how to control yourself. You have to be in charge, not your cunt. So calm down and talk to me. The fucking later will be even better. So get a grip and start talking." You know I can always leave." I know that, but think of this as a lesson. Right now you are turned on and would probably do something foolish just for an orgasm. Besides making the sex later.