"Ohhh," she whispered. "Oh, Tommy." I pressed my fingers against her pussy, moving my hand up and down and from side to side. Jolene pushed her pelvis...forward, rubbing herself against my fingers."Do you like that, Jolene?" Oh, yes," she said. "It's been so long."I was curious about what that might mean, but I didn't think this was the best time to question her about previous experiences. We could talk later. Right now, I was intent on fucking. I pressed my fingers into her pussy through her. She knew the power she had over him right now, the control, but she knew how he had been hurt in the past. She knew how muchhe needed to trust someone. This wasn’t about power or control. It was about healing. He needed her right now, just as he had needed her that night 15 years ago when she had turned him away. Ever so slowly she would open one button at a time. Her eyes never left his, holding them, challenging his desire to watch as she revealed more of her body to his view. His hands came. Once in a while one of my friends my age would come around and acting kinda shy would finally get around to wanting a blow job. I would go for it and then they would be gone. I accepted that behavior and eventually I had a long list of guys that would come around once or twice a week for a blow job. When I turned 14, one of my former buddies, Neal, showed up at my back door and asked if we could go to the store. I told him had no money and he said that was OK. I felt he wanted something else,. He did indeed need to talk to Caroline. The trip to Wales really could become embarrassing and difficult.The opportunity arose the following Sunday. Penny had run into the vicar’s wife, June, at the village shop earlier in the week. They had been introduced by Peter during Penny’s initial fortnight. She invited Penny in for coffee.“You really are looking so much better and happier than when we first met,” she said as they sat down at the kitchen table.“And feeling it,” replied Penny. “Peter and.