I only need five hours to feel completely rested and refreshed, and the hours don't need to be strung together." I chuckled. "After a couple of all-ni...hters, I've been known to crash for a full eight hours, though. Enough about me. Let's talk about Sherry Crane. I've tried but I can't figure out how old you are."She giggled. "Are you asking me — a woman — my age, young man?" Yep." I sipped some more root beer."I'm twenty-five." Whew! I dodged that bullet. I was worried you'd be too old for. And as he rubbed them both between a finger and thumb alternating from softly to harder, more certain strokes I knew now that anything I felt previously, even knowing that someone was watching paled to the arousal I felt now. The jolts that usually ran from the tips of my nipples as I caressed them to the pit of my stomach and then onto the desire between my legs were now merely trifling whims compared to the huge avalanche of volts that made me visibly shake and shudder.As he continued his. The water had turned the garment transparent. Cotton clung to the outlines and shapes of the muscles in his chest, his abdomen and across his shoulders, and it also revealed the tattoo black wings, line art outlines only, that the boy bore across his shoulders. Sera had designed then for him, and these days, Thomas really did have wings. He walked softly in the rain, each step slow as he moved forwards with his eyes closed, palms open and turned upward, held away from his body to catch the. 'Fuck me'. My husband looked at me, still unawares as to what I was doing or showing this stranger, 'What', he started to say, but I put me finger to his lips and shushed him.'Don't look around', I said quietly, 'there is a man looking at me, and he is stroking himself', I said thickly.My husband looked at me with a fixed gaze, then his eyes traversed the short distance down to my indecent pose, 'Your panties', I smiled wickedly, 'he can see everything', I murmured, as if terrified the stranger.