The atmosphere was throughly charged. He reached round and cupped my little breasts. He hadn't even kissed meyet. I turned to face him and initiated ...he kiss, our tongues battled. He reached down between my legs and cupped my mound through my tightthreadbare jeans. I groaned against his neck. He reached round and squeezed my arse, putting his thigh between mythighs for me to grind against. My groin was hyper charged from my hard little clitoris bedded in it'swet folds, ready for sex. But the farm was just too much for a single mother on her own, her only option was to sell and that she did, moving into a solid three-bedroom remote house, where she proceeded to bring up the little lad, supported especially by the older sister and by her family. Life slowly recovered, and the lad grew, living alone with his mother, who he doted on, and visited more by the older sister, than the younger, but it was a loving family environment. The girls later lost their by now elderly. “You’re not listening to me.”“It’s your turn to listen to us,” he said. “We’ve been listening to you for far too long, and look where it’s gotten us.”“I’m surprised you drove all that way on your own,” said her mother.“You should have called. We would have picked you up.”“I wouldn’t be caught dead in that filth you live in,” said her father on the phone. “We should have never allowed it.”“Dad, I’m almost thirty years old.”He hung up the phone and said:“That’s right! You’re almost thirty years. The parents were trying to shield their fourteen year old son from watching us make out. It was so thrilling, the lust shining in the teenage boy's eyes, an erection bulging his tight shorts. I did that to him, I thought, as Leah's tongue probed my mouth, I made that boy horny. I was breathless and flushed when we reached the lobby. There was a small boutique and we picked up some blonde hair dye, charging it to Mark and Mary's room."They're rich," Leah explained, "they won't even notice it on.