Kissing the back of her neck, my breath, hot on her skin. Caressing her shoulders as I ran my tongue down along her spine. Kissing and squeezing her ...uttocks. Licking the back of her knees…kissing the inside of her thighs. Her only senses were those of sound and touch, these alone was bringing her closer to her climax. I turned her over gently. Kissing the side of her neck, nuzzling the hollow spots of her shoulders, kissing hollow of her throat. She began to moan, shifting around on the bed.. Again I hit my arms around her but now firmer. I gave another kiss but now pushed my tongue into her mouth. Hesitantly she answered my invading tongue. For a moment we remained tongues. This ritual was repeated a few times, but Tessa ashamed for the rest. I cycled with Tessa to her house. Near her house we stopped and kissed each other much longer.The next day Tessa me long before the pool waiting and asked if I would not rather be with her instead of going to the pool. I thought it was. That neither he nor she made any overtures to make another date bothered him in that he thought it was somewhat unusual. He at the same time had a concern that her circle of friends was different from his circle of friends. His thought was that he was probably out of his league with her because of what he perceived her social set to be. Maybe he wasn’t but so far that was how it appeared to be.The basketball season continued and just as Ted had thought it looked to be a five hundred season as. I knew he was seducing me, but I couldn’t believe it, and so I was reluctant to play along. I continued to try and act clinical, medical in my ministrations. “Yeah,” he told me. “That’s close to where it really hurts. Push on it harder, and you can go a little lower.” My hands were now basically kneading his ass cheeks like bread dough. I loved the feel of my fingers on his hairy ass, and I knew I had gone past the point of clinical detachment. Something was going to happen, and I was a very.