After I unfasten your skirt, I let it fall to the floor. My hands again explore your body. Quickly, I strip off my clothing. I stand behind you and as...our bare skin touches we feel an electric charge. I grasp you and pull you back towards me and sit back in the chair with you in my lap. My hands move like lightning, here there everywhere. They stroke your neck and breasts and finally fingers find your pussy.Circle ling around your clit. Your wetness starts to flow and my fingers enter you.My. She and her mother had decided that honesty was best before things went too far.In her chaste nightgown and sitting on the bed, she addressed her new husband, “Andrew, there is something I must speak with you about. Will you listen to me?”He nodded and sat on the other side of the bed, “Go ahead.”With halting speech and downcast eyes, she unloaded her words, “I must inform you that I am not a completely pure and unspoiled vessel of the Lord. We were never given the opportunity to have serious. ..", I managed to mumble inbetween the spells of nausea, dizziness and and the dull kicking pain in mystomach.When my head cleared I noticed that she was looking at me quite strangely...and that, somehow, something seemed wrong about her as well. Then it hitme ... she was no longer pregnant! In fact, she looked quite boyish ... was Ihallucinating? When she sees that I am somewhat recovered, she moves her handdown and touches me, palm down, on my now grossly swollen lower abdomen."Oh my god!" I. He just held them there nervously as Nadia lightly caressed his wrists, then began tentatively began massaging Nadia's breasts."You have a nice touch," Nadia murmured, as she placed her hands over his, encouraging him to press a little harder. Wes did just that, then let his hands roam, exploring the size and shape of Nadia's breasts.Nadia pushed Wes's hands away, then tugged at the hem of her shirt. "You might enjoy this more if we got rid of this."Wes didn't have to be asked twice. His hands.