She said that she will allow me to put my hands on her waist if I won’t press.Lol. I was like “what the fucking luck man. Is this any big conditio... to touch some ones waist. Does it make any difference?”Then I thought okay lets see how far she was going to allow.I started shagging slowly with my right hand and pressing her waist once in a while when she was reading.Me: one request miss. Please miss why you don’t do it for me once?Lana: no bujji, if I do it now, you will ask me to do again and. He wanted to move his hips but he was afraid that moving any muscle would break the magic of the moment. The heat on his cock increased as Shasa shifted her hips and Benni sank a little deeper. A small guttural call for more pleasure breathed through his lips.He sensed more than felt movement above his face until a soft pair of lips touched his.Shasa sank down the rest of the way on his cock. "Do you trust me now, Benni? You've got me, but do you really trust me?"Benni opened his eyes and said,. I closed my door and put my head on the desk as the replay of what had just occurred played over in my head again. My cock was hard once again and throbbing, begging to be touched. I leaned back in my chair and took my semi hard cock from my trousers, and stared at it as it hardened in the palm of my hand. The cum spot on my trousers was still very wet, and it turned me on even more just looking at it, knowing what had transpired and what was to come on her next visit.I pulled on my cock and. “June,” I saidwhen we were buckled in, “you are very pretty, youmust know that.”“I suppose. Can’t be helped.”“So why no male admirers?”She shook her head. “I hate them. Won’t even talk toboys, won’t let them touch me. I spit and squeal ifthey do. Everyone knows now. They leave me alone.”“But why?”“Long story.” She sniffed. “Guess I should tellsomebody. Mother has asked. Father is.