My hands went behind your neck as I pulled you closer to me, massaging your tongue with mine. Your hand slowly slid up my shirt to cup my breast and I...moaned when you pinched my nipple. When you shifted on top of me I could feel your rock hard cock pressing against my thigh. I reached down and slid my hand into your pants and around your shaft. It was your turn to moan. I stroked your cock and nibbled on your lip while you pulled down my shorts and you smiled when you saw I had no panties on.. My breasts are not overly big but are a nice size just between a C and a D cup. I exercise regularly and even at 42 they are firm and my own. This is my story. My mother died at my birth. She was only thirteen at the time I was told. I dont know who my dad was but I know he did not want me because he placed me in an orphanage center. The child welfare people placed me in various foster homes until I was eight years old. I was adopted by Jean and Frank (their last names do not matter). They had. At about 11.30pm i heard her key turn in the lock and walked to meet her only to find that Jane was with her. They came into the living room and sat down and i mentioned to Jane that i hadn't seen her for a while and she said that it was the first time since she had been over with Mick the barman adding "That was a night and half wasn't it!" to which i nodded my agreement and we all started laughing.She then asked if we'd been up to anything naughty and i told her just the usual nothing. I stared at the magazine in the dim light of the lamp in the room as I stroked my cock imaging it was her doing it. I caught a glimpse of movement and to my horror, saw Ashleigh looking through the now slightly open door watching me. I grabbed the towel and covered myself up and whispered harshly “what the hell are you doing”! I was shocked when she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. She whispered for me not to stop. I whispered back for her to leave and she just walked over.