I stopped. All of a sudden he grabbed my head and he kissed me. He was an amazing kisser.“Sorry.” He said. “Don’t be”He continued kissing me... He put his hand on my shoulder and started working his way to my breasts. “Wait…stop…” I said.“No. I’m not going to stop. I’m sorry, but I love you.” He said almost angrily.I was surprised. “I love you too.” He started stroking my breasts through my shirt. I could feel my pussy getting wet. My breasts got hard. We stood up. He kissed me some more. I. It was about a two hour drive to Brown Tract Pond, a state campground located near Raquette Lake in the Old Forge area. The weather was always tricky up there, and the old saying ‘if you don’t like the weather now wait a few minutes’ must have been coined in that region. Fortunately, the weather was great as we arrived at the campground. It had been wickedly hot back home in recent days, with highs in the 90’s. It never got that hot up in that region, but even there it was easily in the low. She was very sympathetic to my cause realizing the embarrassing nature of the injury but Rachel went a step too far, “Would you like to see it Vikki?” she asked and the poor girl blushed but obviously giving it some thought, “Um yes ok, it will help me send the right information to the doctor” she replied as she stood up from behind her desk while Rachel bit her lip.She stood in front of me and I pulled the waistband of my shorts out pulling them down slightly while the young receptionist. . but we'll get into the reasons why soon enough...Slinging her book bag on as she kisses her hand and plants it on a picture of her and her father by the door before walking out. The sunlight feels nice as she walks down the small set of stairs to the road. People out and about strolling along getting their days started as well. Just enough time to grab a cup of coffee before work; speed walking over to the busy "Emmys cafe" like she always did. The bell on the door rings as she steps into a.