Taking The Plunge – Melissa’s Thoughts
Her mother was picking her up in the morning, but there was unfinished business to attend to. Standing behind Rebecca with my hand on the edge of her chair, I kept looking at her tits as they wobbled beneath her T-shirt every time she tapped the keyboard, reached forward, or pressed her back into the chair. When she looked up, I had to avert my eyes, but it was hard to do that. By the time we had stopped giggling and were told by her mother to settle down and go to sleep, I had the hots for her. She turned away fr...