My eyes frequently went to her cleavage and I watched her big beautiful melons jiggle as she talked.When we pulled up at the coffee house, I paid the ...abbie, got out and offered Stephie my hand. She slid out, her slit skirt showing a lot of smooth tan thigh. Then as she stepped up on the curb, she stumbled and fell against me heavily, mashing those beautiful breasts into my chest. We both laughed, once I made sure she was all right.Inside the dimly lit place, we found an empty booth right at. “Look Brie, we need to talk about what just happened” she said But Brie knowing what this conversation was likely to entail was in no mood for that killjoy. She could see that Ms. Orchard even now while trying to look stern and disapproving couldn’t keep her eyes off of Brie, and was once again becoming aroused. “Actually we don’t need to talk about anything” she said rising to one elbow she brushed a hand against Ms. Orchard’s cheek and then grabbed the back of her head. Ignoring Ms.. No eye contact, no touching. Nothing, it was as if we hadn't been together at all.The next morning, after we all had breakfast together, my D*d told me he was going into town to get something and that I was to take the truck out to the house water supply windmill and check, as he thought there was a problem with it. He left for town a short time after, with my U*cle and his three k*ds. I went and got the tools I thought I'd need,before telling my M*m I was heading off. Jean asked if she could. ..please...no more...fuck me...please...I cant take anymore...please...touch me...I'm sorry...I will never do it again...please..." I beg for you to fuck me, to let me touch you, for you to touch me. I swear over and over again that I am sorry and I will never do it again. Finally you stop my begging by saying, "Do you remember what you did?" I pause to try to organize my thoughts then say, "Yes, master." and you wait for me to continue. "I went against your will and embarrassed you in front.