His hand didn’t exactly do much other than massage what seemed like my pu**y through my panties!
I could only be sure when he proved this was what he was after. I shouldn’t just be quick in concluding and insinuating that he wanted to f*ck me! It was wrong to think so! In fact, it was brash injustice to accuse him of wanting to f*ck me! He was a good boy and wouldn’t have any such dirty thoughts! I was the one who was making things up. I was the one who was imagining his intentions and wrongly so, assuming they were all ugly and obscene.
I was the one. He only just touched my ass. Yes. He only just touched it, as though he was feeling the round and plump features of it. He only just slid and swirled his palm over each lobe and squeezed them hardly, in a very arousing way! He only just did that, and that was all. Even though I remember him letting that hand slide in-between my legs and into my crotch, he still didn’t mean what my mind has been telling me! I know he is a good boy and was never going to do something dirty and ugly.