We traded kisses on our lips for several minutes, but I could see the tears starting to form in the corner of her eyes. My fingertip wiped them away. ...��Brenda darling … it’s okay. You’re next to me now and that is all that matters to me.’ ‘But you let me go so easily?’ ‘I thought it was just a fling for both of us. I was so wrong. I hurt all summer. I often slept with your bathing suit and held it to my face until I couldn’t smell you anymore. It wasn’t until this morning I threw it far out into. I lay closer to her now and touched her cheek running my hand through her loosened hair and bringing her face close to mine. We kissed and I felt myself becoming rapt in her embrace. Our tongues melded together as we explored each other’s mouths. I could taste the remnants of the wine that we had drunk as our tongues and lips met. I felt myself harden in my shorts and as I caressed her face and neck I found the buttons on her white cotton blouse. Slowly I undid them as I moved more into her. ‘Why…why are we at Matt’s house?’ ‘Hey, calm down,’ Ricky said. ‘Matt’s folks are away, and he’s staying at our house. That means this place is empty. I figured we could have a lot more fun here than in the car.’ Dianna experienced a bit of inner conflict. On one hand, she was pleased by the prospect of not having to grope around in the back seat of the car. But Matt’s house? Why did it feel like being here with Ricky here was wrong? Ricky, unaware of his date’s dilemma, pushed the button on. He has to be fucking with me, being here while my mom is here. He wants me to admit I'm his slave in front of her. Her heart raced. She could feel the moisture in her pussy. She felt terrified and aroused at the same time. “It's fine,” she replied. "It's just that… I'm not ready yet. You said you wouldn't be here for another hour.” "I can leave and come back,” he suggested. “Don't be silly,” said Beth. “You can just stay here and make yourself at home.” She rose. “Unfortunately, I won't be able.