I roll over tensing myself for another slap when you so softly stroke my back down over my butt , the backs of my legs and back searching out the spot... that make me squirm as they tickle. you started playing attention to my still wet pussy and you started to sweep your fingers covered in my juices up to my ass and slowly inserted your finger one in my ass the other one deep into my pussy and you started moving them in and out till I was screaming into my pillow again and again - the pleasure. I become hard.. My cock became hot and I feeling that it is burning with lust…I got some dare and touched smoothly the lower end of her left boob, so that her sleep will not disturb. It is very silky and smooth…I was not able to control& continued pressing her boobs smoothly. The lust was beyond my control and I pressed her boob a little hard. She woke up and saw me. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She saw me pressing her boobs and my right leg on her thighs. First I afraid …and with in a moment. ”She nodded grateful at the trust. “Back to your original point, you seem to have thought a lot about this change in the amount of female attention. Can you trace back to when this started?”I stopped drawing and looked up then, frowning. “I want to say after the accident, but I’m not certain that was necessarily true. Mom and Lilly both focused on me after I found out about the divorce. I just assumed that was because I was the only one that was in emotional distress over it, but now I don’t. Even though I was severely distracted, I was far too good for him and my Arsenal side were thrashing his Tottenham team. He was getting ratty and started to jog my hands with his feet. I loved the feeling of his feet on my hands and I was still beating him. I got a penalty and he changed tactics and started sticking his feet in my face and over my nose and wiggling his toes. God he had no idea what that was doing to me. I could smell his musty boy feet sweat from his earlier tennis exertions. I.