About 15 minutes later he pulled up behind me and I noticed he wasn’t alone. He introduced me to his co-worker Justin and the two of them went to wo...k on my tire. I couldn’t help but stare at the stranger working on my car. He must have been in his late 30’s to early 40’s and quite handsome. I tried not to make my staring obvious but with the amount of times he looked over in my direction, it was hard to hide. I started taking steps closer and closer to him, doing little to keep my dress from. She felt like Scarlett O’Hara, just wanting to walk away humming lightly to go arrange some flowers. She sighed softly. Finally unable to resist the call of nature, Gwen started to rise slowly, trying not to wake Sergei, her lover. That thought caused her smile to brighten, and she smoothly lifted her body from his. A soft cry accompanied her capture as Sergei grasped Gwen’s wrists and he rolled over to pin her to the bed, his legs on her and holding her very still. His body was tense, and his. "Oh, Andrea," he moaned. "I have dreamed of this so many times." I stroked him slowly, and he could not keep his hands off me. He began to finger one of my hard nipples. He pinched the nipple lightly and ran his finger around the areola. b*o's other hand was between my legs fingering my cunt. His touching was exciting me, making me linger as I enjoyed the feelings flooding through me. At last, my brother was focused on playing with my breasts. I lay the soap bar in the dish and began rinsing. Don't worry about me." That's my girl."Randy placed soft kisses on my legs as he laid them back on the bed. I couldn't move. I didn't want to move. Randy wasn't done with me. The bulge in his underwear told me that. “Amber. We can still stop this. What happens next doesn't have to happen. You understand?" I do Randy." I pulled on one of my nipples and ran a finger around the other. "Fuck me. PLEASE." There was no going back for either of us. We both wanted to cross this line, together. I was.