My self-stimulation was interrupted by a strange faint scraping sound. “What is that?” I thought, as my fingers continued their natural movement. ...he sound got gradually louder. It sounded like it was coming from the front of my house, but that didn’t make any sense. My mind allowed a brief pause from the pleasure to think about what it could be? Was it a broken pipe from the cold temperatures outside? Could it be the sound of a car driving by the front? Could it be someone shoveling my. I stopped walking, and looked at her for a long moment.“Yes,” I said, “I do, but like I said, I don’t trust you. And you acting like this is all my fault doesn’t help.”She looked down at her feet, then back up at me.“Do you think that there’s some way that I can get that trust back?”“I don’t know,” I said, noting the look of disappointment on her face, she was a girl that was used to getting her own way, “it will take time.”“Then I’ll put the time in,” she replied.“I’m not going to say to. In my dream, her chest was totally flat. A bra would be of no use to her.She turns and looks at me, exposing her hairless masculine chest withsix-pack abs and full curved pecs. It was as she could sense that thesight of her gorgeous bare chest excited me. She pulls down her jeans andrevels that she is wearing a jockstrap. The straps of her jock frame theflat hard cheeks of her ass. The pouch is filled, not with a cock bulgeof course, although a cock would look quite at home on her boy-ish. It was 8 PM in the 2nd week of December. The weather was nice. As I was taking a shower, I thought of Rashmi and was super-excited about the 4-day trip. I got an instant hard-on.I stepped out of the shower and changed into comfortable boxers and a t-shirt. She poured me a large peg of whiskey and sat on the balcony. There was a nip in the air, and whiskey was doing the trick. I poured myself a second peg and was enjoying the drink.It’s then Rashmi’s cab arrived. She was wearing denim shorts and.