You finally figure out the only thing that you can do to be an active participant from this position. You lean down further until your shoulders are o... the dresser. You have to turn your head to the side so that you can breathe. And then you reach between your legs.Wendy's pussy is just within reach. You start stroking it. She has lace panties on, but they are already soaked. Your seduction has already worked, but you've also seduced yourself. "Oh, right there. Rub my clit," she demands. Your. “Good job, Mr. H. You make sure there’s no trouble,” she said, mockingly stern.She stepped toward me, presumably heading for the basement door, when her feet tangled in some shoes on the floor (probably hers) and she stumbled into me, bursting into laughter as I caught her in my arms. I helped her regain her feet and asked if she was okay, as I let her get herself together. I let her take her time, and took a deep breath. I could still smell her hair and now her perfume, and a little bit of the. Especially when you pat my back gently. I almost felt myself like a baby and started feeling emotional.He narrated nonstop about the reason for his emotional tears. I could understand that his feeling is not of sexual stuff. He felt my hug as a sisterly/motherly hug for the first time as he was not close with any female earlier even with mom or sister before.So my fragrance, my closeness especially in saree and my gentle hug, caress and a pat on has created chemical reactions in his mind. But. "I can't understand why he did it. Mum and he were so happy. How could he even look at another woman? While we lived here I always thought Dad would come through the door one day. When we moved in with Derek, I think that's when I lost hope. Even if he couldn't face Mum, how could he just leave me and my brothers? How could he? I wish I knew. I miss him so much."I heard her begin to cry again.I felt a real sense of loss. It wasn't just my life and health those thugs had taken; they'd destroyed.