She must have been aware of my presence by this point, so I looked at her face to see if there was any sign of her waking and I found none. My eyes st...died the shapes and softness of her face and again traced a path along the smooth contours of her skin to her breasts. A fingertip found its way to the soft skin at the crevice between her breasts and stroked it softly and my hand cupped the fullness of each causing the aching in my groin to grow even more. She still did not stir. I gently pulled. I went to bed and jerked off to thoughts of Brook before falling asleep. ~oOo~ It was a beautiful morning for a round of golf with my buddies at the club. Loading my clubs in the car, I heard, “Hi, Mr. Townsend, have a nice day.” I turned to look and there she was, dressed in a little black dress with matching stilettos. “Hi, Brook, thank you, and you have a nice day too,” I replied, getting in the car. She waved as I started pulling away and I waved back. Looking in my rearview mirror, I saw. It wasn't really intentional on my part, but I wondered whether I had sub-consciously planned it. Once again, I was there initially alone and she arrived as I was sitting there, waiting. She recognised me, I know she did - she smiled kind of shyly and sat down opposite me. I smiled friendly like and said 'Hi!' She smiled and nodded, but otherwise said nothing. She wasn't moving away or anything and she seemed relaxed enough so I thought I would push it a bit further. I uncrossed my legs and sat. That's why you walk around the city, take pictures and jerk off on them at home with your limp noodle... Nobody looks... pathetic... really pathetic! Come on, jerk him off hard for me! Now a leather goddess sits before you. Come on, show me how horny you get. She heaved herself out of the leather seat of her car and built herself up in full splendour directly in front of me. All I could see was leather, leather, leather. Black. Shiny. Seductive. My head exactly in line with her crotch. Leather.