I’m so turned on, that I’d do or say anything for it. He moves his hands up to my breasts and fondles them. I’m close to tears from the pleasure... I want to beg aloud for it, but I fear of his reaction. I glance at him with a helpless expression, hoping to convey my need for him. He put his finger back on my clit and rubbed it harder. I started to moan softly, then loader. He seemed to be toying with me and I couldn’t do anything about it. I could feel my wetness outside my pussy lips. I needed. Bramm was in her late thirties. I’d only met her a couple of times previously when she’d come over to our house to play backgammon with my mom and a few of her other female friends. I tried to avoid them as much as possible by staying in my room playing video games. On the rare occasions I had met the backgammon crowd, they’d made me uncomfortable by telling my mom what a handsome young boy she had and how I’d make a young lady very happy one day. That, and questions about what I was studying,. I knew we were at the point of no returnand kissed her passionately to tell her I wanted this. Sliding her fingerinside of me I came almost at once as the stored anger and love spilledout. My emotions had been a jumble and I needed the release, theacceptance. She clamped down on my hand and I could feel her own orgasmspread across her body. We held each other close and rested our eyes,neither wanting to change the moment.I cried for the rest of the day, and the next. Whenever I would walk. All of them went home except a few who had been invited to a special ceremony this afternoon. They slowly and knowingly filed into the church's smaller chapel. An hour after we left, the limousine returned me and Michael to the church. I went into a room where attendants waited. They were still dressed from the ceremony. I'd changed into "travel clothes" to maintain the pretense when we departed the reception, but they helped me put back on the veil, gloves, garter belt, stockings and shoes.