After their first rendezvous, Kevin and Rebekah had slept together. Rebekah had enjoyed herself too much, and was planning on going to sleep on the couch. In the morning she would explain to Kevin that she'd made a mistake that could not be repeated.
While all of that sounded good in her head, it was also an idea formulated in her sleep; instead, she awoke to Kevin kissing her neck and fondling her breasts lightly. She came to from her lustful night's sleep already wet and powerless to his touch.
His young hands were on the skinny side, but were also rough from working in a fab shop since he was sixteen. His inexperience translated to excited exploration as his hands plunged between her legs and found her womanhood. Unlike her husband, Kevin was taking her all in and making her feel desirable.
Kevin, for his part, could not figure out why his uncle would ever leave home. Rebekah could have been a model. Hell, she still could be in one of those more mature clothing line stores. Her face was beyond pleasant with lovely cheeks, smooth lips and big brown eyes. Her body was flaxen and speckled with some freckles here and there, but she had the perfect shape. A shape which was now grinding against him.
He rolled her over and climbed on top of her, separating her legs with his and sliding his hands behind her back. He couldn't help but admire how the sweat gleamed off her chest, but her hands landing on his chest stopped him.
