My sighs tells him that I am relaxed and enjoying his strong hands running up and down my spine. Mark moves to my legs and begins with long strokes fr...m my ankles up to my thighs. Pouring more warm oil on my buttocks, he presses his fingers even harder, as his hands explore from side to side. I moan slightly and my breathing quickens.Mark turns me over on my back. He begins to work on my neck, shoulders and arms. He drips the oil on my chest and starts to rub my breasts. First gently, then with. On Wednesdays, even some Saturdays, he picked her up before her family ate dinner. He took her out for burgers and shakes before the movie. Sometimes, too, they skipped the movie and drove out to their place.They petted more, but they talked more, too. Each talked about hopes and dreams for the future. Craig’s family expected him to go to college, and he looked forward to that. They never quite talked about having a future together, but Sandy dreamed of that.Sandy was taking more and more. She did not like to mingle. She had a single room. She had few friends. She would do just fine.He’d planned it in some detail, and had put his gear in his pack. There was one unknown, but he had contingency plans for either way it worked out. Now he just had to wait. Wait until late at night, when even the dorms would be asleep. When the time was right, he got up and clicked the watch. From there, he got dressed, grabbed his pack from the closet, and headed out. On his way to Kumiko’s dorm he. I was feeling rather proud of the work I’d done when Dick said “Can we go for a spin?” “Sure,” I replied, always anxious to drive my car. We hopped in and I started driving, heading out of town onto one of my favorite roads. As we left town and started into the country, Dick’s hand began stroking my crotch. I had suspected that he had ulterior motives when he showed up at the hotel. Like other times when he’d gotten me to drive somewhere … jockeying cars from one place to another, picking up.