’ I say with a grin, as I pull you in for a long kiss. All thoughts of protest leave your mind as my tongue works its way into your mouth. My hands ...unning through your hair send chills down your spine. My other hand slides down your back, pulling you in tightly against me. My hand goes down further, giving your tight ass a firm squeeze, before reaching down under your skirt and between your thighs. You release another moan of pleasure as you feel my fingers pressing against the lower parts of. But you’re going to be a doctor! Won’t you know those things?”“Not by the time we marry or have kids, if we have them soon after you graduate! And book learning can only take you so far. If you have questions, ask Matushka Natalya or Mrs. Sokolova.”“But they’re old!” she protested.“Which means they have experience! And given that between them they have six kids, I think they might know a thing or two about both making them and raising them! And I have a sneaking suspicion that if you tell. I pressed him back to neutral position and then further. Two inches. Then three. He braced his legs, moved, and suddenly we were chest to chest, hands still locked, our blood filled erections touching, jostling, striving against each other in a battle all their own. The Woman saw all, smiled, and rapturously moaned. That sound from Her - a breathless, pleasure filled, taunting, mating call - energized both of us. We struggled ever harder. Knowing the test of strength would never be enough. We. I was nervous as hell but my male instincts and manly lust urged me to carry on. I was not only molesting my niece, but I wanted this to end up with me fucking her.I leaned toward her again and resumed the French kiss. This time Kristina was more determined. Her hot mouth opened to allow my tongue in. Then she was moaning in my mouth.I moved my hand slowly -- inch by agonizing inch -- over her right shoulder and down the front of her shirt. Happily, she didn't flinch; instead she just held.