I can’t live without you. Can you feel my voracious appetite for your love? I have so little to offer yet I need so much from you. If only I had mor... for you. If only I could satisfy your every need. You are not alone. You have me. I am yours. I want you. Are you mine too? Do something special for me. Do me a small favor. Remove the veil that hides your face. Send me pics and vids I can savor. Again, I ask for more than you can give. I want to see you. I want to be with you. Do you want to be. I laughed, not in a cruel way, but more a nervous giggle.His hips were pushed towards me, exposing himself to me.I nodded my head and reached for the hem of my t-shirt. (What bra am I wearing?) My plan was to simply pull up my shirt and bra at the same time, not taking it off. I was just going to “flash” him. I felt powerful that I controlled how he felt at this moment; that he needed me to help him finish. I didn’t see that coming.I lifted my shirt and grabbed my bra on the way past and I. Even though my Mom had three sons, my Mom wasn't around to teach me much of anything, especially how to keep my legs closed. Kicking me out of the house, after I became pregnant, my Mom never met my son or even acknowledged his birth.Had I known then what I know now, I wonder if I would have played my son and shown him even more for me to sexually take advantage of the situation and to masturbate myself later with the thoughts of having purposely shown him my body? I'm human, too. I had sexual. ”She slid a free hand up my arm, across my chest and up my neck to softly rub my ear as she pulled us gently closer and giving me a kiss on my neck and then my cheek.Then in a rush she let the seatback all the way down, undid her belt and slid my hand up onto her belly. “Just please don’t stop touching me!” she whispered, almost impatiently. And while I started tracing my finger tips absent-mindedly around her navel and along her waistline, she quickly undid her buttons and shimmied her pants.