You then start biting my neck, harder and harder. I try to scream but you put your hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. With every bite your teeth get...deeper and deeper until you pierce my skin. You step back as blood starts to drip down my neck. I run my fingers over the blood and lick it off as I stare deep into your eyes. I then walk slowly towards you, swaying my hips from side to side as I remove my top and bra. I kiss your lips passionately then take your top off. I then bend down and. It would be even better if she waited. The next hands that would touch her would be his. Peeling off her sweat stained bikini she tossed it onto her floor. She could smell the sweet muskiness of her pussy. The thought of the scent on her new neighbors mustache made her insides quicken. She knew he would love her pussy, and couldn’t wait to rub it all over his face. Starting a cold shower, she let herself dream of exactly that. The shower couldn’t clear her mind. She kept seeing him pumping. My head was lowered in a depth of shame, I couldn't look at her and atear began to sting my eyes, she came up close to me laying her hand onthe naked flesh on my hip just above my panties."I always thought you were paiche." She used the Welsh word. "What apretty little sissy you make eh." Her voice was low and it struck mesuddenly that it seemed thick with arousal.Oh my god no, I thought to myself, surely not, I just couldn't feel anymore embarrassed or emotionally broken. I felt her hand slide. Her last look at Michael as Jack shepherded her out the front door was one of apology. He nodded, tacitly saying, Whatever is best for you, Mom. And despite his jealousy, he meant what he thought.Two dinner dates later, including a movie and a visit to a bar afterward, Rachel approached Michael with news that Jack wanted the family to spend a ski weekend in December at Wisp. The stress was obvious in her face. This was a big step up from dinner and a movie, Michael thought--for one, thing, who.