But that hardlymattered. All that mattered was her arms around my neck,my hands kneading her ass through her pants and my lipsmoving from her neck to ...er lips. We locked in a kiss. Iturned her around and pressed into her ass. A slightmoan escaped her lips. My hands made their way from herbare midriff to her chest and back again. God her titsfelt nice.Times like I love dancing — my hand — more than sex —creeping down– the flashing lights — to her pants —the. I rode my bike home furiously, recklessly. I could not believe what had happened. I wondered whether I was reading too much into her behavior. It could have been entirely innocent; the affection of an adult who likes me after knowing me for so long. I hoped not.As soon as supper was over I rode my bike over to Miss Foster's house, eager to resume what I thought was a major breakthrough in our relationship. When I got there I saw her just coming out of her house, followed by a guy, an adult, a. Gemma's gaze shifted as I moved and she caught sight of the lump in my groin. She gave a sly smile and asked if I needed a hand? I felt my cheeks flush and turned away from her. She came up behind me hugging me for first time. I felt her firm breasts pressed against my back almost causing me to explode in my pants. She kissed the back of my neck and told me she had always had a soft spot for me but didn't want to act on her feelings whilst I had a girlfriend. I was astounded by this admission I. "Ain't that one of mankind's most enduring and ironic truths! It doesn't matter how great the pussy a guy is getting, after a while, the "grass is greener" syndrome must kick in. I've known guys who cheated on their ultra-hot girlfriends with girls who were practically dogs — but dogs they hadn't fucked yet. Okay, I'll admit, I used to do the same thing myself in my college and dating days.I suppose the urge is biological. The male seeking to spread his seed far and wide, to breed as many.