Once the dress was pulled up over my hips his fingers started running circles in between my thighs. My black leggings were keeping him from really rea...hing his goal but he could feel how wet I was. He moaned low into my ear, “You are already so wet. I want you now, but not here.” He roughly pulled my dress back down and jerked me off after him towards his car. After we got in his car his hand went in between my legs but instead of doing the deed in the car he started up his car and started to. She knew this outburst would get her punished and, though it scared her, she got a little excited, too. "Bedroom... now." Two words, just two simple words, but the fear they struck in her heart was unreal. Slowly, Kitten stood, knowing better than to speak now. The damage was done and nothing she said could fix it. Walking to the bedroom, she couldn't stop the trembling even though she tried. She stripped and knelt before the bed, facing away from the door. Completely naked, she waited, feeling. Val had had a mastectomy years before and now her left breast was slightly smaller than the right and had no nipple. Her stomach lay flat by her sides causing her hips to stick out and her mound looked fresh as a teen’s except for the sparse grey hairs spotting it. Her legs thick and veined pulled hard together marked my last obstacle. I walked to the end of the bed and took each ankle in my hands pulling her legs apart and crawled between them. I kissed her exposed cunny softly before licking. I did just that. The more time I spent with her, learned her, breathed her into me, the more I wanted in. I needed in, and she knew that I wouldn't be denied. I mean, I enjoyed my freedom, in fact we both do. I've come to feel for her in a way that I struggled to describe. I wanted to protect her, love her, and be everything that she ever needed me to be, and more than she could ever want.Confidence, humor, and all that other bullshit that she listed in her profile described me fully. I am.