Now?Me: Why not?Chloe: But what if they see us? I know what you’re thinking about.Me: Oh you do? What am I thinking about?Chloe: Sex.Me: They can’... see us. Look! You can’t see anything. And if you can’t see them, they can’t see you.Chloe: I don’t know. It’s too risky.Me: That’s what makes it interesting.Chloe: What if I try something else?Me: Like what?Chloe: I never tried using my mouth. You know…This is her shy way of saying blowjob. Impressive that she came with the initiative.Me: Sure. If. I am beginning to get worried. Call me.’ The third call was Monday night a few minutes before I came in. She said, ‘Robert, This is not funny. I am sorry if you are mad but you can answer your phone and let me know if you are all right. Call me please. I am sorry about what happened. Call me please.’ I called her about 10:00 p.m. And when she heard my voice she said, ‘Oh my God. Robert, I have been so worried about you. What happened to you? Why did you leave me? You could have left a message. Scooting his head next to mine on the pillow tears began to run down his cheeks. I got up and laid on top of him, hugging him with my whole body. He held the back of my head, pressing me into his chest as we clung onto one another tightly. I released him from my hold and stroked the sides of his cheeks with my fingers wiping away his tears. ‘I love you,’ I sloppily confessed yet again. I ran my thumb along his bottom lip. ‘And I don’t want to share you,’ he admitted. I leaned in and pressed. Then she closed her eyes, momentarily and began rubbing her upper body, including her tits. Before I knew it the top came off. Before I knew it her hands were streaming down to her thighs. Mmmmm, now that was nice. Watching her feel her body out as she opened then closed her eyes and got into it. It was erotic to me. I “felt” it too. God did I ever. Her hands slipped up underneath her top and began feeling her boobs even though I couldn’t see them. I didn’t matter. The look on her face said it.