His shirt was soaked with sweat. Finally his breathing calmed and he was nice enough to get off me as I still had my ankles up round my ears. He sat...down on the seat and I swirled around and was sitting by the far door. For a moment neither of us spoke. His gaze was lost in the distance somewhere in the blackness of the garage. I felt used and abused and adored the feeling. There was still a kernel of desire and quite some frustration as I hadn’t come, but it didn’t really matter. I looked. He was a man after all, and like all men he had fantasies, so maybe he would be angry at first but then when he thought about it, he would be turned on enough to... to what? Allow us to continue? Ask to join us for a threesome? Somehow I didn't think so. I knew Dave well enough to know that he wouldn't get over it. Some guys might, but not Dave, he was too straitlaced to allow it. I looked Emma in the eye and said "I think he would leave me, probably file for divorce and leave me destitute. He. My response was less than respectable because I knew that I wanted to get caught, but how do you explain that to your twin brother?"I wanted to get caught!" I almost whispered... "I love exhibitionism. I don't care about other people seeing me in my best state! Everyone touches themselves to some degree, or has done it at one point or another! It's human nature, and even the animal kingdom masturbates. I just like it when people watch me." I said excusing myself from the conversation.I left the. That’s the key.’ ‘If you’re happy, tell each other.’ ‘Love means you’ll change the cat box.’ ‘If he’ll hold your hair back when you have to throw up, it’s definitely love.’ ‘Kissing is gross, but I guess hugs are ok.’ ‘Love is when he knows you’re wrong, but doesn’t make you admit it.’ Eyes shining with tears and laughter, she reached out to catch the falling snowflakes. Every one was different, just as they should be, each giving her advice about love. Then she heard the giggling. Looking up.