Rhonda and I spent all the time we could together and with the rest of our girlfriends and boyfriends. I helped her pack. Everything we put in boxes w...s accompanied by a tear. When I looked into her eyes I saw desperation ... maybe fear. Now she was leaving. Leaving."Son, we'd better go now, too," Dad said with his hand on my shoulder. We were just one of the many families who had come to give the Gordons a tearful send-off. Tears weren't all. They were streaming down my cheeks and I couldn't. He jumped slightly. His hand slipped lower on her tummy to the top of her pussy. Now her clit was really sensitive just waiting for him to feel it&hellip,&hellip, &hellip,They heard her dad coming and had to break it off. Uncle quick sat on the couch with a pillow over his erection. She headed again, for the bathroom&hellip, &hellip,Her mind now searched for opportunities to get her uncles hands on her again. The uncle did the same. &hellip,. She looked at herself differently now in the. Al should have been the one with the worries.I know she told Al about us. For the next few weeks, she would come to the coffee house by herself. After my show, she would drive me home. She would go in, and we would talk about music for a while. We would kiss. Rosalie liked kissing more than most men or women I had known. She taught me things I didn't know about building passion just by kisses. I would touch her breast after a few kisses, but she would very gently take my hand away. |"Not yet..". She gradually increased the contact of her fingers on the outer cuntal lips, parting the curly blonde hairs, then gently rubbing the inner lips, and just as gently playing with the entrance of her vagina itself.She slowly massaged the inner lips and the entire area around her clitoris. That sensitive organ was erect, long since having left the hood that hid it in its quiescent state, and the stimulation by her fingers produced a friction between the hood and the clitoris that was totally.