I pull on it gently with my teeth. My hands start to lift your shirt off. Slowly I slide it up your body. You raise your arms allowing me to remove it...I reach in front of you, cupping your breasts, massaging them through your bra. The lace feels coarse on your hardening nipples.I start kissing on your neck again. Then down your shoulder.I never stop rubbing my hard cock back and forth along your skirt.My hands slide down across your stomach. My fingers barely touching your skin as I move them. Nothing as interesting as hers of course, but neverthelesspart of the bonding process.When Nichol was dropped off at home, rather later than Sam had promisedher parents, her father, James Bennett, was furious and then he noticedthat she was unsteady on her feet. He was a respectable citizen and hadvery stringent views about youngsters drinking under age."Who gave you alcohol to drink?" he demanded.Nichol had no hesitation in dropping Kiera in it, but decided to takethe edge off her father's. .pumping our cocks together, sliding and grinding our shafts and cock heads, balls teasingly touching with every thrust and pump, our engorged excited cock heads kissing and squashing together, our pee slits meeting, our bodies entwined. And our mouths meet, our tongues greedily and passionately slide together, swirling, circling, lips wet and swollen with lust, heads moving with passionate insatiable kissing. We grunt and moan as we fuck cocks, your beautiful hard sexy cock pumping against. At that moment I wanted nothing to do with her. My world was crumbling. I told Carol that I was going to a hotel tonight. She could call me on my cell if there were any emergency. I went into the bedroom and bathroom and packed some clothes and toiletries. I checked into the Peabody hotel. I brought a bottle of whiskey to my room and drank until I passed out. I woke up several times and each time there were tears on my face. Deep in the night there was a knock on my door. I went to the peephole.