I kept circling my fingertips around her outer lips, dangerously close to touching to hot liquid that was pouring out of her shaved cunt. She began mo...ing her hips the closer my fingers were to her wet pussy, trying to gain more stimulation that I kept denying her by moving my hands away. I could tell she was getting frustrated with me, wanting and needing my touch more than she thought possible. I let my fingers softly run over her clit, down her wet slit and back up before pulling my hand. It is really cute. I want to reach around and kiss Nimrod but he had reacted so badly to my kiss last night that I don't dare wake him.As I am contemplating what to do next he starts grinding into my butt.I am lost in the rhythm within seconds, Nimrod seems to have an effect on me. His hands reach down and he touched my butt; slowly he parts my cheeks and rubs. I can feel tingles. I stroke my butt down his shaft. He strokes it back with his finger, pushing in some more, making room. It is. And now she's older and a grown woman and all, and you'd think that would make it easier. But it doesn't. It's almost -- I don't know -- it's almost worse than when she was just this wild kid. Because now it's like she really ought to know better, and you'd think that experience ought to have taught her something -- changed her. Only it hasn't. It's like she's still thirteen, and she's still just giving herself away like a ... like a..."Mary Jane was in tears now. As usual, I didn't know how to. One nice thing about the new house - my mom had hired a maid. That seriously reduced the chores. And there was no lawn to cut, because my parents had decided on a wooded look. Basically, dishes and laundry. I could handle that! I told Melanie I was available.She said “OK. We have an ‘appointment’ for tomorrow. Walk up to the High School and we’ll walk from there.”We hung up after goodbyes.That answered that. The fact that she called it an ‘appointment’ made it clear that she wanted sex. So did.