Hands started moving, up and down her bronzed body (“…how his fingers caress my skin…”) over her belly, over her lush breasts. One, then anoth...r. Short but firm grip on her neck (“…how he kissed my neck, I can feel his breath…”). Then hand playfully went back down straight into her panties. Her fingers played with her pussy. That move made her flesh creep. Gentle touches at first and then cold fingers went inside (“…how his hard dick sharply broke into my wet pussy…”) In and out, slow at first. “So what else you like about young girls” she asked with a grin unable to take her eyes off my bulge but did give me an opportunity to look her up and down with her permission.She undid a button on her blouse to pout her chest at me allowing me to see the outline of her red bra under her blouse and a hint of cleavage, then with her hands on her hips pushed her legs straight out showing me her long shapely legs, her skirt riding up a bit more and she knew I could see her panties, WOW! “You like. .I think it was the mention of her son that made the difference and she told that she will msg only when her husband is not around but if the video is sent to anyone she will tell all about it to her family and it will be trouble for me.We started messaging..Slowly..It started with good morning , good nights..Slowly I started sending smileys also. I observed my mother in the meanwhile ad she acted normally.She was avoiding me and till now had not forgiven me for the video and honestly I did not. No one. We were very, very disappointed."We? Emily thought uncertainly. Who's WE? But much as the question skipped to the tip of her tongue, she found herself unable to actually ask it. Somehow, she knew she was just supposed to listen to Mr. Hill ... and to answer some of his questions. That was all. Much as she wanted to do more, she couldn't – and she didn't know why.Emily supposed that didn't really matter, though."But we didn't give up when he said no," Mr. Hill continued. "Instead, we.