‘Do you want to kiss me again, Stefan,’ she asked as she leaned in closer. ‘I admit you have piqued my interest. A kiss freely given is so much ...weeter than one taken,’ I answered smoothly, which of course was not an answer at all. ‘You toy with me,’ she said testily. I moved my lips as close to her ear as I could without touching her and whispered, ‘I would never toy with you, my sweet.’ I lowered my head and gently kissed her neck. ‘And yet you tease me, with your lips and fingers dancing on. Just for tonight, I told myself.My hair was tangled, strands clinging to the perspiration on my temples. I surveyed south. Past heaving chest that filled the lacy charcoal bra, nipples erect and sensitive against the garment. Past the gentle swell of a midriff I knew needed more concerted gym attention. Past the landing strip of pubic hair that led to engorged, bare lips plunging between my splayed thighs, fingers insistently circling the pearl at their convergence. Past the sheer holdups. Both of us were standing side by side holding hands of each other in the heavy crowd. I suddenly found a hand slowly groping my bums. I could not do much about it and kept quiet. The hand became more bold and started cupping my bums and pressing them. After some time the hand was replaced by something stiff and hard. It was pressing me from behind. I just took both my hands back to see what it was . The young boy standing behind me was pressing his stiff hard cock against my body and when I. "Barely even that old." What do you think she looked like?" She was pretty, with auburn hair like yours," he smiled at me and touched my hair. "But Claire's hair was longer, and curled just a little as it lay across her shoulders. She had green eyes that were bright and quick and never still, as though she were afraid that she might miss something." She knew her time was short," I whispered.My husband looked into my soft brown eyes. "Her skin was pale, like milk, and her breasts small with rosy.