He sat on the sofa and asked me to sit with him. I felt his hand on my shoulder. I didn’t think much about it. After some time, his hands were on my...back, rubbing slightly. All the while, he was discussing my studies.“Do you like being hugged?” he asked immediately.I was shocked but replied, “Yes.”“Can I hug you once?”I didn’t know what to say. I had never felt this sort of feeling before. I was hesitant but wanted him to hug me as well.“If you are scared, then no need to hug.” He said.“I don’t. Becca was in the most ridiculous state ever. Her face looked like shed put a mask over top of it, with the cum at least a quarter inch thick, still dripping from her face. Her eyes were completely caked, and you could barely make out the blue of her eyes through the strings of cum that hung from her eye brows. Her hair was all stuck together and hanging down her back and still wet from the cum. If Becca had jumped into a swimming pool filled with semen, it would have been more accurate to her. I had spent most of the afternoon up in my room, just doingsome texting, downloading .MP3 files, and browsing the internet. As itbegan to get dark around 5pm or so, I decided to go downstairs and fixsomething to eat. When I walked into the kitchen I glanced over into thefamily room and saw Christine, sitting on the couch with a woeful look onher face and just staring at the snow swirling outside past the slidingglass doors to the patio. She looked so, well, so alone, that I wanted todo. It seemed to just keep getting shorter. Especially when she shifted.Without warning she rolled onto her back, and that short skirt had moved up enough that I was able to actually peek up there, between her legs a bit. It was dark with shadow, I couldn't see any detail at all, but still I felt my cock swell behind the fly of my no-iron Dockers. I lowered myself even more, making sure I was out of her sight. But as I watched, it became clear to me that she was looking straight at me. I wasn't.