He gyrated his hips against mine as I held myself open for him, allowing him to get the depth we both needed and craved. Setting my body on fire, he ...hrust into me and touched me everywhere – touched my body with his hands, and my soul with care and concern for my pleasure and comfort. ‘Oh my fucking God, baby, you feel so good,’ he muttered as he thrusted gently in and out of my core. Too engrossed in the sensations of our bodies being joined, I couldn’t form a coherent sentence and just. Then that familiar feeling building inside and I came I felt my tummy muscled tighten and I could feel it right down into my bum, I gasped and groaned out loud at which point the stopped and moved away from me. I lay still again listening, my pussy was still throbbing I thought “Where was he? What next?“ I heard what sounded like a condom packed being torn open and I guessed a rubber being put on, then he was back. This time he was between my legs, he eased them apart and licked me again. The men unloaded the car, the women sorted out the kitchen and generally unpacked, two rooms upstairs both side by side facing out over the sea, a modern bathroom with bath shower and toilet upstairs, and downstairs a separate toilet, a large kitchen and a sitting room. It was as Jim said, “just great!” Coffee made they sat out on the patio, gulls wheeled overhead, folk on the sands, folk swimming or walking dogs, ships at sea, Jim with binoculars scanning the horizon. May rounded on Ian,. And I did not lower my arm to block his access to my breast. I just laid there motionless, allowing my stepson to stroke the side of my breast. "Brenda, it is okay. I just want to me near you, to touch you. I love you so much." And I knew he did. I could feel the love in his voice and his touch. And I was deeply in love with my stepson too. I did not respond, silently trying to determine what I should do. Bryan's hand slowly, tentatively slid down the side of my breast on top of my cotton.