His hand not moving. It was going to be my decision.I moved my ass slightly against his cock. I guess that was my way of telling him, this is so hot.A...ter a minute or two, he moved his hand from my hip to my ass cheek and gave a slight squeeze.I could feel a moan inside me. He caressed and massaged my ass cheek. I did not know what I was going to do if he went further.Then he did. He took his fingertips and slid them under the hem of my skirt, sliding against the skin of my thigh inching over. Cobbs. How are you and where are you going?" Hello Ms. Betty. Well I've been better. The Navy has called and I have to go to Sea for a while. Where are you off too?" asked Gorden Cobbs."I'm being sent to my aunt in Canada. I don't want to go but..." Betty looked away trying not to look ashamed."What's wrong, Ms. Betty?" asked Gorden when he saw the look on the girl's face."I ... There was an incident at school. Some boys tried ... A friend of mine, Mark Hamptin saw what was happening because he. I try to hold out as long as I can but it's like sweet torture.Leaning forward you whisper that if we leave now I can do whatever I want to you. Trying to control my breathing and calming my nerves at the thought of just what that means I signal for the check. Making a quick stop at the store I bring a bag into the car and put it on my side so you can't see what is inside. We make our way up stairs to our room, and I open the door for you following you inside.I tell you to take off your clothes. It was her way: efficient and decisive."Greta it's Angela. Could you come round tomorrow morning?" Yes. I'm on nights from tomorrow. What time?" Early?" Angela said tentatively."Eight?" came the immediate reply."Thanks. Come for breakfast?" OK." Click.That's Greta, thought Angela. Never a superfluous word. She went to bed feeling much better. She had not noticed that contrary to her usual practice, she had not switched on either the radio or the TV all evening.Tuesday 3 February 2009Next.