![]() I was utterly curious to feel it in my hand, feel his bare flesh in my hand. I was so excited to feel the heat under his jeans. He took my hand and put it onto the hard bulge in his pants. I squirmed and wiggled with excitement and started to rub his back, letting my hands move to his sides, then hips. He let his hands find my breasts and squeeze them like he was searching for ripe fruit. This time I didn't push his hand away at all and it didn't take long for him to pick up on that. I think from my whisper-like moans he knew I liked it. The first few times we made out I did push his hand away from my boobs even though I really liked him touching them. He ran them all over my body, trying not to linger too long on my round perky boobs for fear that I'd push him away. We had made out a few times before, and he always had fast hands. We sat down on his bed and started kissing again. The place was usually a mess but that night it didn't much bother me. Robert's room, which he shared with his oldest brother, was on the third floor. His mom was rarely ever there, and didn't care about visitors, as long as they didn't drink her beer. ![]() We had been hanging out at the ball field and started making out there, but decided to go back to his house. And this night I had been making out with Robert for what seemed like hours.
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