One afternoon I was at her house, a little sloshed on wine, and let on feeling sorry for myself about not getting laid more often. She was very sympat...etic, telling me how pretty and sexy I was, how she envied my large, firm breasts. Somehow it seemed to make sense to let her take off my blouse to see me better.And then she was kissing me and touching me and not just my breasts. I felt her hand slide up under my skirt, but I was too turned on to stop her. By then she had me laid out on the. Hangosan nyög, háta ívbe görbül. No még egy kicsit. Ujjaim szaporán mozognak benne. Nagyon remeg. Egy hatalmas nyögés és teste elernyed. Megfogja a kezem. Még egy utolsó csók a vénuszdombjára...Mellé bújok. Simogatom a hasát, a melleit. Puszilgatom az arcát. Mosolygok. Ő meg csak fekszik, szemei becsukva és piheg.Kinyitja a szemét. Szeme, szája mosolyog. Magához húz és megcsókol.- Most te jössz - mondja.Eltol és az ágyra lök. Fölém hajol. Haja beteríti a fejem. Megcsókol. A nyakamat csókolgatja. Then I heard them whispering. I heard him shift his weight in the bunk over my head. I turned my head back toward her, and saw that she was sitting up in her bunk. Gene, our brother-in-law, had his hand on her breast and they were kissing deeply. Her arm was raised above the edge of the bunk, just about where his pelvis would be.I reached out and grabbed her other arm, which was supporting her. I asked what they thought they were doing. It caused both of them to jump in surprise, and Gene. " I looked over the nice young man in his nice clean suit, smiled and shook my head "no". He looked rather uncomfortable making such a request, but I couldn't blame him for making it. I also couldn't leave."I'm sorry, I can't." I smiled gently, sympathetically, turned and continued shopping. I didn't see him, but I knew by the shuffling noise that I was about to be tackled. I turned to voice my protest, but instead felt cuffs clamping my wrists behind my back. I didn't have time to protest, to.