The next day everything was fine. No tension in the air. We talked like we always have.A few days later I was getting horny. I had my sisters pussy av...ilable to me. WTF I thought. I pulled my pants down, snuck up behind Chrissy, put my dick in the crack of her ass, reached around grabbing her tit & pulled her hair. You slut, I want a piece of your ass. Chrissy turned her head saying then take me you bastard.Tonight you're going to be my fuck toy. Were not in the shed back home anymore slut.I. I licked my lips, as nervous as I’d ever been, before raising my head slightly and reaching out cautiously with my tongue. The first touch sent lightning bolts through my body, and shivers through yours. A soft, almost silent sigh escaped your lips, accompanied by a quick hard squeeze of my hand. I reached out with my tongue and licked from top to bottom, then back again. Lifting my head higher, I kissed you quickly. Then I moved my tongue higher and began to slowly lick your clit. I looked up. Only guys like me who work night shifts, and a few housewives or students, tend to pump iron at this time of day. Plus those doing physiotherapy who are recovering from some injury or trauma.Her ordeal had been in the press. She’d been brave, going public to try and help the police catch the perp. And now she was being equally courageous attempting to rebuild her body and spirit while people like me studied her furtively, whispering, nudging each other, or even just imagining.Of course, it’s. I do not move at all.The music follows the torture session.The young woman glues her body on mine. She does it on purpose, not after some sort of surprise as we both reacted at the end of the first act. She rubs her clothes and her body on me. I position my right hand where it was lying before, very low on her hips. My fingers now slowly caress her hip in a gentle and light movement. She does not move. I approach my left hand as well. It rests on the other side of her waist. I slowly start.