I turned to make her fall but her pull made me fall on top of her.Now I was so close to her lips and she was breathing heavily. I went ahead and start...d smooching her juicy lips. She reacted very positively and we went on smooching for the next 10 minutes.I was taking my hands all over her back and her waist. Her hands were playing with my hairs. My hands were cold and I placed them under the t-shirt on her waist. She gasped. Then we stopped smooching, looked at each other and started smooching. Her nose still ached terribly, the heavy chain pulling at the cartilage even though most of the weight was held by her hands. Her hair fell across her eyes, but there was no way to push it away, she dared not use her hands, for to drop the chain would be unthinkable, the noise may alert 'her' and the pain would be unbearable. Her next memory was of fear. She came to lying on a cold stone slab, in what seemed to be a medieval cell. She had sat up, and looked around in the dim light, trying to. Yes ... more prospective equestrian interest? Funnily enough I have one at my feet at the moment; he's doing a good job of polishing my boots with his tongue, having applied his own special lotion. He's already offered me honorary membership of Maiden Downs Golf Club, he's on the board there you know ... yes I'm sure he'd be delighted to offer you honorary membership too, we both know the club needs more women..." Gordon's anus tingled as he listened; he knew he'd face the wrath of Aubrey. I couldn't do it with Jerry. God, he must hate me for pushing him away. And all he did was hold me afterwards, and tried to tell me that it was alright, that we didn't have to make love if I wasn't ready. But I was! Mom? Grandpa? I really was! But I just couldn't!"Her tears began to flow again, and both of us tried to hold her, to give her the re-assurance she seemed to need."What's wrong with me, Mom? Why can't I give myself to a boy that's so gentle, so caring, so ... so perfect? I just want.