I sooo wanted to be ravaged there and then. If my husband was in the car, I would have slid my panties down to my ankles and guided his hands between...my legs and inserted his fingers in me. My friend whispered that he could smell my pre cum. God I felt turned on. Sadly father I did not act on this, but I so wanted to. After I dropped him off, I drove to a secluded area, slipped my hand down my panties, slipped off my shoes and stimulated my clitoris whilst thinking about my friend and then. Bran slipped into bed behind her, pressing his body into hers, spooning. His arm automatically fell over her hips, and his fingers unintentionally brushed the bare skin exposed by her small top. She shivered.Bran’s lips went close to her ear, and he whispered sensually, ‘Kitty, I’m sorry.’She ignored him.‘Let’s kiss and make up.’Kitty sniffed. ‘I don’t feel like it, ‘ she said childishly.‘Please?’ He begged.No reply. ‘I know you want to forgive me. I hate fighting as much as you do, ‘ Bran. But to be honest, I only like to write about sex. I only write about Real-Life events. The names, however, have been altered to ensure everybody's privacy.My stories also are posted at cocktalebar.tumblr.com16...ishA story about a boy called Sam that happened about half a year ago. I was 21 at the time, and it proved the start of a chain of very positive events.Aaaaaaand there I found myself, chatting with this cute young blond boy. Let's call him Sam. 16 (so, legal in my country), short blond. How is that for you?’ Dorothy thought it over. By a lucky coincidence, James and Danny would be out of town on a rare fishing trip until Sunday evening. Sunday afternoon would actually be perfect. ‘Sunday is fine for me,’ Dorothy said. ‘Good,’ Louise said. ‘Just call before you come so you’ll know which room he’s in. Park around the back. He’s looking forward to meeting you.’ ‘What is the young man’s name, Louise?’ ‘His name is Steve Miller.’ ‘Please tell Steve that I am looking forward to.