He gently put his hand on her cheek and cupped her face, continuing to hold her gaze. He brought his thumb across the front of her face and brushed he... lips barely touching them. She felt a thrill run through her body and her heart rate quickened. He pressed his thumb at the side of her mouth and held her head with his fingers around her neck just below her ear. He lent forward until he was close enough for his lips to make the most sensitive of contact with hers and he pulled back just a. Like Reverend Wilson, he was a predatory male who believed that 'if they're big enough, they're old enough'. Only he used to say, 'if they're old enough to bleed, they're old enough to butcher.' At fourteen Beth qualified under either criterion.Virgin though she was, Beth was not exactly innocent. She'd already had some delightful experiences with her friends; other girls who, like her, were feeling the rush of newly released hormones. She was, in fact, becoming a bit afraid that she was. I was embarrassed and unable to say a word, when he asked me what the fuck I was doing. I could only stammer and tried to make up a story about a dare to tease him. Laughing and staring at me I started going on about the only way he was going to get laid was if some girl came and knocked on his door. Then he asked if my wife knew I was dressed like this and of course I told him no! I wanted to leave but he kept asking about my clothes and who put on the makeup and where I got dressed.After. She rocked her hips against mine, trapping my body against hers with her arms around my neck. From the times we had cybered, I knew what I wanted to do to her and I was starting to become caught up with every passing second, with every fantasy flashing through my mind in a single moment.I reached down unbuttoning her jeans, the look of pure lust in her eyes daring me to go on. I gradually pulled them down, peeling them from her legs one at a time. I looked up at her, noticing the look of.