Her breath was getting heavy. I asked her to sit up and remover her kameez, to which she obliged and took her kameez off in a flash, my hands were alr...ady on her tummy below her boobs feeling the bare white skin, I took my tee shirt and my jeans off and came around to face her, she was sitting towards the edge of the bed, she just looked up at me and released her boobs from the bra and I was so turned on only by seeing them that I could have cummed right there on her face, but somehow I held. She turned, but unable to stop herself, and her body continued to come towards me. We collided, and I reached out instinctively. My arms went around her, preventing her from falling. I righted us both, but we ended up so close together. It was nothing to close that small distance. I still don’t know who did it, though it was probably me, our bodies came together.The world vanished around us. Years of sexual tension and love had built up. I didn’t give myself a chance to think… mostly afraid. Promptly on the hour, the doorbell rang, and Derek let Molly in. He led her into the sitting room, where he had arranged a little tableau to make things clear to her. Shulah was there with tea and sandwiches ready to serve them, but she was doing so without the benefit of any clothes. When she turned away from Molly the marks of her last whipping were clearly visible on her back, arse and thighs. The indrawn breath from Molly showed Derek that she had noticed the marks, but she did not run from. Marsha [Uncle John's wife] says there's a zillion women out there who'd kill to have him. He's good looking, hard working, doesn't smoke, stays sober and doesn't have a girlfriend."I had to admit that much was true."The right woman could bring out so many good qualities in him," Uncle John sighed. "Anyway ... Tell him I called, sweetie."That conversation was on my mind the rest of the day, and I found myself watching my daddy that evening during dinner and realizing that Uncle John was right..