..OK, done one. And he got scared and ran away when I treated him a bit rough in bed. Well, outside the bed too sometimes. Shame. He was quite the hot...ie. Blonde, had a nice body, no fat anywhere except some in his very destroyable arse. And really, really smooth skin. I like smooth skin. He was a couple years older, and about an inch shorter. It felt so good to treat him like a mere boy. It wasn't like I just got rough with him right away. I sunk three months into getting him to that stage.. The hand that caressed Vicky's bottom was warm, soft, and gentle. She stood up straight, but stopped herself from turning. Two weeks ago she would have wriggled free and maybe slapped his face.Instead she froze as that warm hand slid slowly and softly caressing the curves of her bottom. There was a pulse in her loins, and her knickers already wet with her arousal, received another dose of moisture from her leaking pussy.She could feel the male presence behind her and breathed in his masculine. As I reach down to kiss her, she stops me and tells me something serious. I listened to her and got shocked about the news. I said it is nothing to worry about and we’ll take care of it. It will be like a piece of a cake. She said me it was all my fault it happened. I told her nothing is there to worry about and that we will take care of the things. She said it’s OK. I was calming her down by kissing on her forehead. she just told to stop for a while and wants a bit day off from all. ”I went into the bathroom to get dressed. When I emerged, she was asleep again, with a contented look on her face.Once again, the twins met me at the gate, and we ran.Amanda glanced across at me and I heard her question. “How was last night?”“It was fine,” I responded, directing my thoughts to both. Then, when Mary looked confused, I realized that she hadn’t heard the question. I pushed the memory of the question out to her via our bond and her face cleared.I gave them the memory of mine and.