“Really? Prove to me” While I was wondering how could I prove to her, she moved slowly to me. A couple second after, she was next to me, seeing m... face to face. She leaned forward, and said quietly near my ear “I miss you, my little Terry” She started kissing my face, and I quickly returned her with my kiss on her face. I kissed her forehead, then her lips. When our lips touched, she slightly opened her mouth and let my tongue slipped in. Our tongues moved with each other like dancing. At. We settled on her couch and started watching the Netflix. She was sitting next to me and we were watching the TV series. The series was interesting but both mine and her attention were somewhere else. Halfway into episode one, she laid back to put her head on my lap. Her head rested on my boner and she realized how hard I was.She looked up at me, smiled and made a pout. I took my hands and started massaging her hair. While one hand was massaging her scalp, other was playing with her earlobes.. “That’s an interesting choice of swimsuit for a guy?” “Oh, err” I wasn’t expecting her to talk to me. “Yes, I suppose it is... I’m wearing it in for a race.” She’d taken her goggles off and was looking at me now. She didn’t look pissed, she looked puzzled. “Oh, I’d assume it’s just because a guy likes the idea of wearing a women’s swimsuit but was too chicken to do so.” She smiled, expecting a bite. I wasn’t sure how to respond to that, after mumbling for a moment, I managed to say “Well, it. Before I left the house I thought I’d check my email,hopefully for a keystroke file from Lena’s computer. Ihad yet to receive one and wondered if I set it up right.Sure enough, it was there. My cock instantly hardened. Istarted going through the file. It contained mostlyinnocent stuff, emails to her mom and brother, work onsome research project, half a chat session with herboyfriend (I could only see what she typed and not hisreplies). All pretty mundane stuff. She did mention to.