She had the sun-bleached good looks that were common on the West coast. She was wearing a copy of the Band-Aid suit that Bob had classified "private" ...or his niece."Though" she went on "on you it looks pretty good. You have a really nice camel toe" she said conversationally, as if strangers commented on each other's pussy lips all the time. "But you should probably shave. You can leave a long thin vertical strip, but you have just a little too much. You have good nipples for that kind of suit. ”I didn’t want to accidentally cross any lines, tell her to think about me jerking off while she played with herself, but I was hoping that by describing my actions in detail, she’d make that leap herself. Combined with the sexual dreams she’d been having about me, it would be the next logical step... I hoped.As I continued describing my own jerking off process, I checked in with her every few minutes, hoping to have a tiny bit more detail slip.“You can hear the soft sound of my balls slapping. It’s parked in the barn. I brought some wood in for the fireplace too. I thought it would be good to have the women sitting by the fireplace, looking nice, cozy and sexy.”“Rondo, I need to check with my Momma - I think you may actually be my real brother - the way we think so much alike.”We told the women we had to run over to one of the other farms and would be back in less than thirty minutes. Rondo had already built a fire in the fireplace and they were going to pop some popcorn when we get. " "I understand the necessity," I replied. "But even if the love can only be one way, it's still there." For the very first and the very last time did I ever see tears on Dana's cheeks. She said nothing. I opened my arms toward her. "C'mere," I said. She held me tight for a while. Then I turned the tables on her. I used upon her everything she taught me that week. I didn't just have intercourse with her, fuck her, or ravish her, or any of the other things she had requested I do to her. I simply.