" She said softly as she stood still facing the door. She heard Mark get off the bed and approach her."You are right," He said, "you can't do that. Yo... should just relax, you seem tense." Mark said as he started rubbing her shoulders."Yes, that feels good...I know, you can fantasize about me, but you never should touch me, feel my breasts, my hard nipples, my wet pussy...that would be so wrong." She moaned as the son's strong hands kneaded her shoulders.Mark worked his hands under the soft. As I arrived at the box, I saw Sandy calmly sitting there, in no apparent danger. With my hand bleeding, and out of breath, I asked where the impending danger was lurking. Looking sheepishly at me, Sandy said she had dropped the tissues down the hole.On many occasions, we had laughed about that story. As you grow older, you realize how important those little events are in forming a relationship that will hopefully stand the test of time. I would often tell Sandy, that if she were ever cloned, I. She was forever hugging and kissing him, and standing close to him with her arms about him. And she didn't seem to mind that he was feeling her tits, and running his hands all over her ass. Once when they were sitting close together on the couch, he slipped his hand up under her dress, up between her legs and she didn't say a thing about it. What thrilled him even more was when she stood with her arms about his neck and rubbed her pussy against the hard bulge in the front of his pants, and. Bill studied the couple thoughtfully. The man was a little over six feet tall and looked like he weighed about 200 pounds. He was in his mid 30s and had thick, wavy black hair. The woman was probably one of the most stunningly beautiful women he had ever seen. She was about five and a half feet tall and looked like she weighed about 125 pounds. Her jet black hair curled around her shoulders and her slightly tilted eyes hinted at some Native American or oriental blood in her background. It.