I caress each bare shoulder where her skin is sensuously velvet, and I murmur, “But more than that—”But she leans into me and her lips cut off t...e admission I was going to make. Each meshing of lips and tongues seems to be ten degrees hotter than the one before. Sara slides her hand inside my shirt and the skin seems to be electrified. No magician? Not much, she isn’t.As our kissing becomes more frantic, I realise I am going to have great difficulty in keeping to my intention of a gradual. I reached up and began kneading her breasts, taking a nipple between my thumb and index finger on each hand, I pinched lightly making her nipples stiffen and causing her eyes to roll upward as though she were suddenly interested in something on the ceiling.I could feel the inner walls of her pussy massaging me like they were trying to pull me in even further and I knew this wasn't going to last much longer. She must've known it too because she stopped moving almost just as I was having the. Is that toast?" Yep. I made it for you. I already ate." Thanks."She sat down and began to spread jelly over the toast, while I savored my second cup of coffee. I wondered whether I would get any yard work done today. It all depended on the adorable little eighth-grader sitting across the table from me, looking just as innocent and carefree as one might expect.A girl her age has little in her life to engender a crinkled brow; nothing more serious than, say, an overdue sentence-diagramming. I shall do you no harm. I was having my lunch when you came, and I didn't want to scare you. And now I have scared you. I'm so sorry. Excuse me, please."She put a slender arm round the dog's neck and began to cry. I went down on my knees, about a meter away in order not to scare her. "Look, now I've made you cry. I'm so sorry. A pretty girl like you shouldn't cry." I pulled my handkerchief out of my pocket and handed it to her. "Here, dear. Wipe your eyes. There's no need for you to cry."She.