Starting at her shoulder, I ran the comb in a long, straight line down over her buttock to the ankle straps of her shoes. Surprised, she gasped and ar...hed her back away from the comb. I repeated the stroke further towards the center of her back. She arched again, but not so violently, expecting it now. Slowly, I dragged the comb down her back, her buttocks, and her legs from one side to the other and back again. With each stroke she arched away less and eventually began groaning and arching. Weekends they alternated between staying at her place or her coming up to Ballston Spa.Sam’s worry about her meeting his son proved needless. When Sammy, a young man he considered far more likely to raise a young lady’s interest than he, came home for Thanksgiving break, he brought a girlfriend of his own home. Cindy Matsuko was a slim and lovely Japanese-American from Chicago who had managed to captivate the boy. Worldlier than his sister, he had been wondering for a while how long it would be. What a lucky guy I was, destroying, damaging that ass and thinking, ‘How it all started’. I had dropped by and Matt was not home. Only Sophie in her cut-off jeans and a small top. Her lightly tan skin glistened and her dark black hair, pouty full lips made her look very hot. Today, as we were just the two of us at home, the customary welcome kiss was not at all normal but far from it, wet and prolonged. My cock thickened and got rigid as I pushed it against her thigh. In response, she held me. Maybe it's because we were in such constant contact. His touches became bolder. It became common for him to touch my breast under my blouse and to rub me through my jeans, causing me to squirm in my chair and weakly say things like "Please, Chris. We can't be doing this," always pushing his hand away. Finally, I made the mistake of scheduling a late afternoon session on a day that I wasn't in class. Instead, I showed up coming straight from work. I had not thought about it before, but instead.