I moved my hands down her sides and in one quick circle around each butt cheek, before moving them back up to her shoulders. She moaned. I washed her ...ack entirely too long before I grasped her waist and pulled her back against me. I moved my hands to her breasts, and mauled them."Oh please," she begged. "I can't take this, Bobby." Sure you can," I said into her ear. "All you need is one tiny little orgasm and you'll feel much better. Let me give you just one." My hand dropped to circle her. I always filled her request, but she would never fill mine and even told me she would never finish where we left off. Where was that? We were home alone on an early Sunday morning. Usually, when it was just the two of us, we would immediately strip off our clothes and soon as the parents drove off and spend the time nude. Sometimes we did touch, but one time, we came real close to intercourse. She lay on her back with her legs open, ready to receive me, and I got on top of her ready to. I bought it for a song years ago, unconverted and run down. It had been a bit of a money pit in the beginning and my Bank Manager had not looked favourably on a Pupil Barrister taking on such a pile of debt. Fat lot he knew! Modernised and tarted up, it's now worth around a million. It's no palace, three rooms, kitchen and bath, as the Estate Agents would say, but Freehold houses in SW7 are as rare as hen's back teeth, especially ones with integral garages. Apart from anything else, it's quiet.. Gradually, I developed a friendship with Susie and found her to be an extremely warm and affectionate girl and we soon started having a mild sexual relationship. This took the form of us playing with each other, me with my hand up her school or netball skirt and between her legs, feeling and fingering her little pussy through her knickers till they started to get wet while she would stroke me through my jeans. After a little while, we started masturbating each other, usually managing to make.