I can feel the heat between your legs. My fingers tentatively explore over the fabric of your panties and still your ass grinds against me. Are you aw...ke? As my fingers probe your most secret place, I feel the wetness begin to seep through the fabric. Your body is awake. Wide awake. Your body is speaking to me of desire, and passion, and heat. My fingers slip beneath the fabric stroking through the crisp hair which surrounds the cleft which is you. Your centre. And I find the softness of the. She seemed to be the mother I never had; the perfect friend; the soul confessor for all my sins; my confidante. I had grown to love and respect her. And I knew she felt the same.But it was near the end of summer when I realized that my thoughts and feelings had transcended mere friendship. I grew to love her, romantically. I desired her. My attentions were not long lost on her. She was wary of my affection. On the night before my parents' return, we sat close on the couch of my basement. Clothes were cast aside and we fell on the bed. “Make love to me Terry. Do it right” She said. I am not begging darling I just want to feel wanted. “I guess that is what all women want” I said and I began to kiss her, our tongues entwined. I kissed her neck and shoulders and moved down to her breasts flicking her erect nipples with my tongue. She began to moan. “Oh Terry my sweet boy you are so good to me”. I reached down and rubbed her clitoris and pussy. She was already wet. I suspect she was. Dianne knew she had to slow Sean down, otherwise he would ejaculate within seconds. Her hands tightened around his hips, keeping him buried deep inside her womanhood."Wait a moment Sean. Let your excitement lessen a bit. Whenever you feel that you or going to ejaculate, slow down and rest for a second or two."Sean pulled partially out and slipped back inward. His rhythm was slow, allowing him to get used to the incredible sensations that a female's vaginal passage could give him. Dianne moaned.