I liked it and would let him go further and further until he soon had his hand under my blouse to free up and play with my tits.I loved it, I would ge... so randy and would sort of 'grind' myself against him feeling his hardness through our clothes. I felt his excitement too, and when I was randy like that it took quite the effort on my part to finally break it off and say 'no'.I would be breathing heavy and would take a few minutes to calm down then we would continue home. In bed I would. " She looked over to Warren who was immersed in a game that she didn't have a clue how to play. Nevertheless, she was tired and her body was worn out. A bad case of flu had hit her and quickly became pneumonia; she wasn't completely over it. She went to bed that night and stayed there for the next two months, except for the occasional trip to the bathroom. Thomas did a lot of his work at home as well as taking care of Maggie and Warren, the winter blahs settling in around them.Once Spring. Instinctively she was making as much room as she could for Hank, raising her ass up, wagging her ass slowly back and forth like a bitch in heat.And then she felt pain as never before. The nail of his thumb started pressing against that tiny membrane deep inside her. He was tearing her cherry. He was ripping that last vestige of her innocence away with his thumb!"No!" she cried.But all her shouts, all her pleas fell on deaf ears. Hank moved his knees a little closer to her body. That awful thumb. " OK," Dad agreed. He sat behind his desk and got out some work. "There won't be a problem with people seeing you, will there?" he asked as an afterthought."No," I told him. "I can keep people away, and stop them from noticing anything. And this corner of the building is fairly private. This might take a little while, though."Dad shrugged and gave me a smile. "Not like I can't keep myself busy. Take your time."I left the office and closed the door behind me. Carrie looked around at me as I came.