” I kissed her lipslightly, “But only as a suggestion. Nothing you need feel f****dto do. But if you’d like? Like I said, my swe...t darling Kimbra,anything that’s mine is yours. _Anything!_ Anything at all.” “I’d _love_ a chance at that,” she squealed, giving me agreat big hug. Kimbra shoved me back down onto the swirl of soiledbedding, then dove at an angle between my legs. I reachedaround and grabbed a thigh, roughly turning her so her. It’s hard to explain, but the few times we talked, I couldn’t stop looking at his blue eyes and feeling there is something mysterious about him, something powerful and suddenly I wanted him. Anyway, I start thinking how can I get him to come over so I can fuck him. You know, make him think I need his help with something but really what I want is him in my bed pounding me ‘til I’m screaming my head off. So I call the café and ask Jack, the manager to get Peter to the phone. I wait a few minutes. She seemed as eager as I was to explore the possibilities and responded more than willingly. We tongue wrestled for minutes before I reached to squeeze a small breast. I must have been doing something right because she began stripping for action. “The baby is asleep in my bed, and it’s the only one we have.” She told me as she hurriedly removed her bra and panties, the last items of her clothing. “Would you prefer a pallet on the floor or the couch?” I appreciated her giving me the choice,. His family moved him away, we said we would keep contact, but we didnÂ?t. I was alone again.Staying in my dads flat in the summer, I was far too hot. I got up in the middle of the night and stripped down to my briefs. When I woke up my dad was sitting on the bed, stroking my face. I kept still. Somehow in the night, I had kicked my covers off the bed.My sweet boy, youre so peaceful when your sleeping.I had forgotten how lovely his hands were. As his touch reached my neck, I felt my bulge start.