One night he seemed particularly sad and vulnerable; we had a long talk then. We slept. But I woke in the night to feel his body spooned against mine,...his arm around me. What was more I was pretty sure I could feel his hard cock in the crack of my ass. Of course sexual desires surged in me, I got very herd myself, but I had no idea whether his hard prick was just his sleep talking, or something else. I didn’t want to wreck what we had by an unwanted advance. But I had no idea how I was going to. The sour smell of the beerhe'd been consuming drifted into my face, along with his words."Hey, babe. Wa's a pretty one like you doin' just sittin' when there's music to dance to? My, my, you ARE a big girl aren't you?"I froze in terror. I'd thought for sure that he'd figured out mydisguise."Yeah," he continued, "I'd ask you to dance, but I like to look into mygirl's eyes when we dance, not her boobs." Then he laughed and wobbledaway.As my terror faded into disgust, I began to desperately wish. The nicest thing about it was that no one ever asked anything too much of her. She was so agreeable that everyone she knew had the greatest respect for her. No one pushed the boundaries, no one took advantage. Until one day ...Author's note: If this is your first time reading "Always, Abbie," please continue below. If you're familiar with her adventures, you might like the thread I'm currently focused on, which is called "Jake and Abbie Go to a Wedding." It's the longest story to date, and. Our rongues entwined as my hands run along her sensual curves. Outlining her breasts with the back of my hand as she mimics the movements before squeezing my nipples, insitictively I let out a gently groan.My hands slowly brush over her stomach, finding her thong that is still damp from the night before. My fingers glide over the satin covering her pussy rubbing gently at first steadily increasing the pressure as I feel her wetness sprea through the material. Jane is holding my cock firmly.