Your hands stroke my chest and pinch my nipples. I repeat my motion over and over, feeling my balls become drenched with you, smelling your scent of w...man in heat, feeling your pussy muscles grasp at me as I retreat.You dig your nails into my chest and lift your hips to meet me as I drive back in. I move faster until we are fucking for release. I'm grunting. My sweat drips onto your face and breasts. Your nipples are swollen like pebbles. Your grunts turn into squeaks as your face contorts.. When I kissed your lips, I almost died right there on the spot. They are at least as addictive as any drug I could take and will kill me in the end, but I can't help it. I did try to talk to my mother about it, but it embarrassed her I think. All she could say was, I would get over it. I wish I had a mother like yours; she at least will listen to ya and take it seriously.None of this, of course, is your fault, and I don't want you to think that I blame you for what I'm about to do. This is why. As I was glancing at my star charts, I happened to look over at my neighbor's house. She's always left her blinds open on her back door and I've often seen her working or playing with her kids or her many animals. We'd smile and wave, shouting greetings whenever we'd see each other over our fence.Tonight, however, her kids were nowhere to be seen. She was apparently getting ready to watch a movie and wasn't wearing very much at all. I felt a twitch in my jeans as I saw her sensuous walk across. Its a small room, witch two beds, two tables and two dressers. There is a small bathroom, with a toilet and a sink. I started to unpack my stuff, when I finished I went to take a shower. Maybe I should describe myself a little at this point. I never was very tall, but going through puberty I got a small boost and got to 1,76 cm pretty fast. I have blond hair and at that time I didn´t really care about how it looked. It was kinda longish and tousled. There was never a lot of hair growing on my.