I felt something hard against my skin. I moved my hips a little because I liked the way it felt."Did you like it soft?" he asked me."No," I breathed. ...e pushed his hardness forward and bit the back of my neck. He squeezed my breasts hard then, and they filled his hands. A small noise escaped my throat. "You like this, don't you?"For an answer, I lifted my hands and pressed them over his. I pushed his hands harder onto my skin. I made him rub them back and forth. He lifted my shirt over my head. She felt the other grope her breast under her jacket and tried to squirm away, do something, say something. The one who held her hand used it to push her skirt up her legs, laddering her stockings, and wedged her fingers into her panties. "Masturbate, fuckmeat!" She looked into his eyes and she felt utter terror. The first pang of real terror in her life. The terror that was to echo through the following months - a recurring theme until she tamed it.Her heart was thumping fast now. She was. She moaned a bit and then whispered for me to go higher. I made gentle circles until I was just barely touching the bottom of her tits. She moaned as I grazed them and then moved back down to her stomach.I made several more passes to the same area and finally she took my hand as I got to the bottom of her tits and moved it up the slopes of her breasts."That feels so good, Unka D," she whispered, as she laid her head back against me.She squirmed a bit as I continued to make passes over her. Of course, her mother played the widow bit to the hilt, looking sad and never going out on a date with a man. Sunny rinsed her body and sat up in the tub, shaking her head; after a woman had been fucked for a while, years even, how could she possibly go back to not fucking? You couldn't return to being a virgin, so why not make the most of your experience? Especially since her mother was such a good-looking woman, only thirty-two years old, tall and willowy, with those big, firm boobs.Sunny.