I hugged him as I let him totally do me. I also could not bear the gentle sliding of his hand on my legs and raising my blouse.
"Ahh, Zack!" he still does this but I feel like I'm going crazy.
One of his hands traveled over my chest and squeezed it, something that brought me back to judgment and with the slightest sanity in my mind.
"Zack..." I softly called him.
"Hmmmn?" he said, continuing to sink into my neck and caress my chest.
"Zack, this is wrong," I said.
But he seemed to hear nothing and continued to raise the hem of my blouse.
"Zack!" I repeated and gently pushed his chest away from me.
He exhaustingly got up in no time and then walked away from me. He returned to his seat and was frustrated while his palms were brushing his face.
I suddenly felt guilty as I sat beside h
