You shudder as my fingers send chills up and down your body.Your hands slide under my shirt caressing my chest as I slide your skirt down your legs. I...start kissing your neck, you lean your head back, giving me better access. My tongue kisses up and down your neck, intoxicated by the perfume you’re wearing. I move my hands to your breasts, caressing them through your top, loving how firm yet soft they feel in my hands.I slide my hands under your top, squeezing your breasts a bit harder. You. “I will Tim, I will,” I replied.Then he climbed back up on top of me and gave me one kiss on the lips. He really kissed me and really meant it, it wasn't a quick kiss or anything else. He reinserted his cock into me once again and began thrusting his nice cock in and out of me slowly. He put his hands back onto my boobs and made sure to give them a more than gentle squeeze.“I always knew you were a boobs man. You always had the big chest ladies. So you chose wisely,” I said.“Tell me something I. They say that, above all else, tragedy brings people together. Your family surrounded you. Your girlfriend's parents didn't want anything to do with you or the baby. You supposed it was their way of grieving and could never blame them for that. They moved away shortly after the tragic event and you haven't heard from them since. Your older sister, who had given birth only weeks before Lauren was born, moved back to your mum's house and they both rallied around you.Your family dynamics were a. As I slept, I started to dream. It felt good. In my dream, I could feel something gently pulling at my bikini bottoms. In my sleep i started groaning. I felt warmth around my clit, a sensation of a tongue licking my lips, so I started grinding as I felt the pressure building between my legs. In my sleep, I groaned Steve's name as I began to get more and more aroused. Still, in a state of sleep, I felt someone climb on top of me, and then the feeling of a hard cock probing at my soaked lips,.