She stopped me when I stroked her back. "Just hold me. I want to be reminded by the chill that you can not shield me from my past." But I can," I prot...sted, moving my hands down her back. Her body went rigid, telling me to stop. The palm of my hand was at the small of her back.She signaled that she wanted to take her favorite position, me on my back and her head resting on my chest. I could feel the ends of her hair tickle my thumb."Don't do that," she cautioned lazily when I pulled a strand of. “God, that feels so good.” she panted as I pushed a little harder and a little deeper down between her legs. Lynette was still breathing hard when she stood up from our position on the sofa and started to ease her skirt down her legs. I sat and watched as she kicked the skirt away and repeated the motion with her panties. My eyes didn’t follow them all the way down her legs, preferring to stay on her pussy and the thin strip of pubic hair that led down to her slit. I looked up, taking her whole. The Hall itself was Georgian but built in a rather modest fashion of only two floors and none of the columns at the front that some had added in Regency times. It was about half a mile from the road and it didn’t have big stone pillars to mark the entrance but more of just a gap between low walls with only a small sign to give the place its name. We crossed a cattle grid there so they obviously had some wild life in the grounds and I learned that where this was, were some sensors that alerted. Cecilia pulled back from kissing me and stared at me as she finished unbuttoning her blouse, opening it so that I could see that her large breasts, extremely wide areolas and long nipples were visible. Cecilia held up her massive breasts as I gazed dumbfounded at the size and texture. Like her face the large mounds were of porcelain white colour, the veins clearly visible beneath the delicate skin, the areolas of each breast was extremely wide and must have covered a third of the end. The.