And while he was kissing me, he had one hand up under my blouse, playing with my breasts. And I felt him place his other hand on top of my knee.“...Up until that night, Art and I had always kept our body-groping confined to each other’s upper bodies. But when I felt his hand massaging my thigh, just above the knee, I knew that Art was wanting for us to take things much ‘farther’ that night than we ever had before.“And sure enough, I felt his hand slowly moving up my. “How can you carry me, run, and talk?”“When I was training for my first Olympics, I used to carry my little brother Eddie on my back like this. He was a little lighter than you are; but I’m a lot stronger now, than I was then,” Betsy said.“You were in the Olympics?”“Three of them so far,” Betsy said. “I competed in mostly track and field, although I did do a little swimming and martial arts.”“Did you get any gold medals?”“Lots of them.”“Wow.”“I just realized something. They are all still in the. This way his meager opponent would be both restrained and unable to slip further into the water and drown, should something happen or the situation changed. For example, if there was a knock at the door and he needed to run. He grabbed a washcloth and stroked the boys dick underwater as he washed his face and head. He continued stroking the boy as he proceeded to wash his neck and behind his ears, moving onto his right arm and armpit that dangled from the shower rod. After washing his shoulders. He helped her out of her clothes. She was small and firm, her creamy skin flawless, her breasts perky, her legs long and slender. She had blue, blazing eyes, and her hair was jet black.Cliff pulled the high heels off from her dainty feet. Her sleek legs were bare. He tugged her short skirt down and off while she removed her bra. Then he pulled her feet around, spinning her on her ass, until her legs were hanging off the bed. She moved her legs as he peeled the brief panties off and away.Elaine.