My face felt hot. How could I explain myself? I really wanted to find somewhere to hide.
“Logan, why don't you have a break before you continue with the massage?” asked Donna.
However, I did not take her advice. There’s something wrong, I thought. One of Donna’s breasts felt different from the other. What is it? I have to figure it out.
“Logan, let go of me.” Her voice sounded imploring, but I was so close! Just a few more moments would give me the chance to figure out what was wrong.
“Hang on,” I muttered, frowning in concentration as I pressed my fingers harder into her breasts.
“Logan, I know you want me, but I am your cousin’s girlfriend! Ow, that hurts! Stop!” begged Donna, beginning to tear up. A single tear leaked out of her right eye, and she reached up to tug uselessly at my
