Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff - Sex Stories

Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff

... Hilary had stopped grinding against him, but was still holding her soft delicate hand against his large muscular gloved hand. She could feel his other hand gently rubbing her thigh, sending warm tingles through her body. “One of them went to chase Amy down. I wrapped my fingers around the hilt, and pulled the knife out of the table. At that point, it was adrenaline, and fear. I got my wrench back in my hand, and knocked the last three out cold. Amy had made it back to their trailer behind the diner, and her mom grabbed the shot gun, and kept the last redneck at bay until the sheriff arrived.” “That’s terrible.” Duff moaned softly, reaching around with her other hand, holding his gloved hand with both of hers, rubbing it, and examining it as if she had never seen anything like it before. Conrad shrugged. “The doctors said that by gripping it, and pulling on it, I had done irrevocable damage to it. He said I would never be able to use it again. For about a year I had to use just my left hand. It was hard as hell really, but I managed. One night I got really d***k, and grabbed a pen with my right hand. Hurt like hell, so I just kept drinking. After about half a Texas Mickey of Jack Daniels, I was scrawling my name across entire sheets of paper, and it looked like I was writing on a mechanical bull. By the end of the other half, and about three days, I was taking up half a page, and the bull was going slower. Took almost a year to be back to normal, and fully right handed ...

... again.” “You taught yourself to use your hand again? That is so cool.” Hilary marvelled at the man’s hand, and his story. She slowly let his hand go, and smiled at him, as she felt it slowly grip her slender hips again. She rested her hands back on his shoulders, and smiled warmly at him. “You got me off. And now I’m going to get you off.” She announced. She shifted to slide off his lap, but he didn’t let her slip through his hands. She looked at him curiously as he shook his head. “Stand up.” He softly instructed. Hilary slid off his lap, and rose to her feet. “Take your shirt off. Then your skirt. And don’t lose eye contact with me.” Hilary quietly slipped her open blouse off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She bent over, digging her thumbs into the waist of her skirt, and pushed it down her long toned legs, her face tilting upwards as she bent over, hardly bending her knees, pushing the skirt down, but keeping her beautiful eyes on the handsome older man. She slowly stood up, standing practically naked again. Her white knee high socks, were the only article of clothing on her luscious body other than her black lace bra that seemed to be far too small for her impressive round firm breasts. She didn’t say anything. She just froze letting her naked body be examined by the strange man. A sense of fear, and excitement washed through her again. This was not like anything she had ever done before. Nothing of what he did was like anything she had ever done before. “That ...