Anns fitting II

Mary's heart began to beat faster as she felt the warms from the folds of Ann's soft vagina. She began to shake, fighting off the urge to run her fingers over Ann's smooth lips. Ann began to move her hips back and forth. With her free hand Ann reached up and cupped Mary's left breast. As her breathing quickened, Mary asked why are you doing this. Laying against her, Ann pressed her breasts on Mary's back and squeezed the breast she once cupped. Ann said, I seen you watching me last year when I was changing. Stuttering Mary said I didn't mean to. Ann interrupted her, it's OK aunt Mary. I fantasized about you coming into my room and running your hands over my body.
Mary felt the dampness in her panties grow.
Ann moved her hand down and pressed against Mary's pelvis. Mary let a slight moan except. No longer able to stand her feelings, Mary spread the fingers of her captive hand. She drew her fingers in, exploring the folds of Ann's flesh. Mary covered Ann's other hand and pressed her fingers harder against her now moist pussy.
Releasing Mary's hand, Ann reached up and pulled down the zipper to Mary's dress. Softly Mary whimpered no, I can't. Ann kneaded Mary's pussy through her clothing as she kissed the back of Mary's neck. Mary took a deep breath hoping this was a bad joke.
Ann brought her hands up and slowly slid Mary's dress off her shoulders. Mary yelled, stop it. We shouldn't be doing this. Kissing Mary's back Ann said, it's OK. Mary said you're my best friends daughter. I, I can't. Shhh Ann said softly. It didn't stop you from watching me.
Ann reached down and straightened out Mary's arms, then slid her dress down. Bending down she raised each of Mary's legs and moved her dress. Mary stood frozen in place. Ann stood and ran her hands across Mary's back, kissing as she reached around and unlatched the clasp on the front of Mary's bra. Mary mumbled, you can't, this is wrong. Slipping the straps off her shoulders, Ann tossed the bra in the corner.