The young woman gasped and stiffened beneath his touch, "Stop that!" she demanded.It was as if the young man could no longer hear at all. Despite furt...er protests from the young woman he continued to stroke her, both on the outside and the inside of her thighs, being careful not to touch her panty-covered pussy lips. But he lightly stroked everywhere else. Nothing the woman said had any effect on the young man's gentle stroking.On the inside of the pet door the young woman was feeling anger and. Did she think we were playing games?“Yes, that is true, in England, so we’ve formed it in Scotland,” Tiff explained with a wave of her hand as though it was a detail of no importance. “We have the registration document with us, don’t we, Charlie?”Charlie delved into her laptop case and plucked out a certificate printed on a stiff card that our solicitor has sent us in the post along with his first bill. Ms Duncan took it and read it carefully, a growing look of wonder spreading across her. I told her too bad she did not have pants, because I could have tried if she did. She looked at me and smiled. She asked if I always joked around like that with "older" women? Wasn't I afraid of getting them interested in me?I told her that it was a slim chance of that. I was more or less a virgin and had very little experience. We sat down the edge of the bed and started to talk. She was still clinging to me and hugging me. It felt so nice to have this voluptuous woman pressing her big bosom. Anytime I got that feeling down there, I'd close the door to my room, slip under the covers, and play music loudly or turn up the television. No moans heard and if someone barged in, no hands caught moving. Still, deny deny deny. So Maria, still unconvinced, stood up quickly and yanked the blanket off me. I immediately take my hand from my happy place but my legs are still slightly opened and she’s staring down there. “Perv!” I said as I looked down at the wet spot on my sweatpants. I had.