The Homecoming11

Her moans were subdued, but it was apparent that she didn’t mind his touch. Her tongue licked along the line of his lips, and then she slid it into his mouth. The sweet taste of her was like a strawberry, succulent and always pleasing.

Susan was warming and wetting to his caress. She leaned forward and took his face in her hand, longingly pulling him to her. As she leaned, her breast pushed more fully into his hand. Susan turned her head, resting it on Peter’s shoulder, and he kissed her neck. Her hand found it’s way to his crotch and slid up and down along the front of it. She unzipped his pants and slipped her hand inside, grasping his cock. She kissed him again, opening her mouth, as she felt him throb in her hand. Peter was growing extremely aroused and wanted to disregard the rules. He wanted her badly.

“We can’t Peter. We just can’t,” Susan said sadly.

“If we are going to become more than lovers we can’t base everything on sex.” She hung her head and continued, “I want you so mu