.. appearances weighed up and all boxes ticked.... confidence and all that anticipation beforehand fully met.... let the fun begin.... that first poin... of contact, when bodies collidei rough your hair up as i love to playfully tease my fingers through, all over you, when the passion takes over... to gain even greater, easier access to your neck, shoulders, ears, from whatever angle i attack you from, either tenderly stroking up and down your sides or gripping you firmly as my teeth gently. " Rather excited, I downplayed my response and said "yeah sure". "Great, I dont want to make it wierd or anything, it's just sooo hot. Besides I still have my bra on" Judy said, and immediately started to remove her tight t shirt up and off of her body. I tried not to make it obvious, but couldn't help but to peek over my shoulder at her cleavage. Holy fuck those tits looked amazing craddled in her bra. Judy's breasts were bunched together rather tight, but on her skinny frame they appeared. Her hair spilling over my shoulders, breath soft like gin and tonic and sweet mint, she’d pressed her lips to mine, exploding my mind. I was drunk. I was straight. She always smells so good. I’d kissed her back. She rests her hip against the table, less than a foot away from me. I’d backed myself into a corner, I’d look like I was fleeing if I tried to push past her, so I stand still. ‘You liked it,’ she reminds me. Her lips curve into that stupid grin that spells trouble. ‘You tasted like. Having met Dawn, Heather was awed that her father would do that to such a sweet girl. He just wasn't the type to force a newlywed into whoring and bearing his bastard, making the husband accept the situation, then fucking his bride right in front of him for hours on end. That was where he'd been and what he'd been doing, and explained why he had such trouble getting it up and keeping it up despite Heather's best efforts.The story he told did sound exactly like something her mother would do and.