Pete just smiled to himself. His methods were fun, but they worked too. The rest of Tuesday was largely uneventful. The girls were, once again, on the...r best behavior. Wednesday morning was the same. Pete didn't see Laura in the morning, but knew her morning class meant he wasn't going to see her until she came home. When she did, he greeted her and reminded her of her upcoming weekly meeting with him. She nodded and replied, "Ten o'clock, right?" Pete nodded. Once again, they all had dinner. In this moment, in spite of the physical sensations pulsating through her body, Amy realized something else. It was the first time in her life that Amy had been touched there by someone who loved her. Paul pushed Amy’s jeans and underwear past her calves and over her ankles. Amy stepped out of her clothes and now was as naked as Paul. Paul knelt in front of her. He grabbed her bottom with his hands and pressed her legs into his face. He slipped his face between Amy’s thighs and gently kissed. She would have bolted had he said anything at all. Being with anyone for a long period of time terrified her. Growing up, her family had been disruptive enough that she avoided them and the idea of commitment with them. When her friends’ parents were celebrating anniversaries, her Dad was dealing with parole. When others’ brothers and sisters were graduating, she was trying to make rent. She was taught from an early age to never rely on anyone, but since moving to Chicago she had begun relying. I tried not to focus on the grinding sensation however, as I tried to move back I felt the little body move back, this time with more pressure. Did she know what she was doing? I could feel myself getting harder as her firm little bum pressed against my crotch, her movements seeming to become more purposeful with every drop of the beat.I looked down, I saw her hips moving against me, she knew exactly what she was doing. As I watched her grind against me, she suddenly looked up at me and for the.