Made me come harder.The next day as she was leaving Becky said she had decided to return the favor tonight about midnight. I got out of bed at five to...twelve as my wife slept and walked over and sat in the chair looking out the window with no lights on. About five after 12 her desk light came on revealing her leaning against the window sill naked and wet from shower. She was touching herself and rubbing her neck, and slowly meticulously working her way down her body. Slowly rubbing and pinching. “And now you have a talent, one that, at least in terms of money far outshines hers.”“So, you think it’s all down to her being jealous of me?” I asked.“No,” she replied, “or at least I think she’d vehemently deny it if you confronted her with it. I think it’s at least part just jealously at being displaced from her perceived position as the school star.”I stopped and thought about what she’d said for a minute, and I could see how that would at least in part explain Cal’s behaviour.“But I don’t. I'd just as soon my friends didn't know I was gay right now. I've got too much in the way of studies and other things than to get all involved in gay pride and that sort of stuff for the next year or two. But... and this is a big but... I'm very horny and jackin' off to pictures just doesn't do it. And I like to be touched - and I can't go around asking guys to touch me.So I decided, since I had to stay in dorm by myself this Thanksgiving, I figure I might as well break out of myself a little. I moaned again. I was trying to be quiet but I couldn’t..I just couldn’t. I knew he’d be imagining me, imagining what I was doing and he knows just how loud I am, so I couldn’t disappoint him. I closed my eyes and started to imagine that night, that amazing night. I was shocked to see him stood there watching me, but secretly it was turning me on, exciting. The thought of him watching me made me wild. He greeted me by stroking my pussy, lovingly and slowly but then he slid two fingers into me..