She is a 36-C cup, she told me to slow down. I begin to pull her dress off and that's when it first started to dawn on her that this is getting seriou.... That's when she started to get scared. She didn't really know me, and I'm moving way too fast for her. She told me to stop and tried to push me away, kicking herself mentally for letting it get this far. I had already decided that I wasn't going to be stopped, and to convince her, I pull her down onto the floor, I yank her dress and panties. After my relationship ended, I did have her over once or twice for more fondling sessions, but nothing beyond that. Finally, after a year or two of struggling to keep in contact, we decided to hang out again. I picked her up and we drove around the city, reminiscing about times we had and catching up on failed love attempts. It was obvious that we wanted to act on the extreme amounts of sexual tension that still existed. I ended up parking my car in a dark area and we both went to my back seat.. ”“Girls too, I bet,” she smirks.“Probably,” he blushes.“But you taught me how to make it better. I can teach him the same thing.”“Maybe wait until he matures for that.”“Will he get hard now?”“Yes. A boy’s penis gets hard. But you should wait.”“For what?”“For him to have the same urgency to touch you as you have to touch him.”“Okay.”“I’m glad the lessons stopped where it did.”An understanding glance at his groin, where his penis no longer tents the cloth, she asks, “Would you have let it go. "Hands," she says. And I present them to her so she can lock on the thickleather cuffs."Get up, sissy, and follow me."She positions a chair before the foot of the bed, leaving enough room forher to sit on the edge and look right into my eyes. She then tells me toclimb into it on my knees. My chest laying across the back of the chairleaves my bottom completely exposed. I feel her behind me, locking anklecuffs on me and securing them to the chair. When she moves in front of meand secures my.