Urgently, he kissed her, his hands pawing at her tits through her tight blouse. Not wanting to waste any time, she made quick work of his belt buckle,...pulling it through each loop and then throwing it across the room, where it landed with a soft thud.His trousers, being slightly too big for him, fell away easily. They were brand new and very expensive, and he had spent most of the day worrying about staining them somehow, or if they creased, but those thoughts were farthest from his mind as he. "Would you like to suck my cock?" he repeated, looking into my eyes. "I think you would."With that he leaned over, put his big arms around me and kissed me. I kissed him back timidly and his big right hand enveloped my cock and balls."Talk to me," he said quietly. "I think you've got things to tell me. Or shall I guess?"I nodded."No," I said. "Not exactly." Tell me, then," he said tenderly. "It's okay. No one will know about this and it's an opportunity to have an... enjoyable time. Get. "Remember, we're supposed to be on vacation? Just forget you're a rational going-to-be-engineer and I'll stop misquoting Shakespeare. Deal?"That got me a nod and a kiss.When we went to bed that night Beth cuddled back against me and pulled my arm around her. My hand found its favorite resting place cradling her breast. "Tommy, promise to keep me from going nuts about this. Please?"I promised and kissed the back of her neck, then held her until she relaxed in sleep. Now if I could only figure. She cried out softly at his coarse treatment of her, but she didn’t struggle against him. The smile fell from her face and was replaced with an expression of predatory lust. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed audibly through her open mouth, almost panting. But Stephen didn’t kiss her. For a long moment he held her there, not moving at all except for the changing moods that registered kaleidoscopically over his countenance. Looks of sadness, frustration, tenderness, and desire came and went.