Your hand! Every second I watched, I became more excited. I grabbed my dick and felt it get harder and grow bigger. I squeezed its tip and massaged it... to get more excitement.The video suddenly stopped, far too soon. You asked me if you could send me another one. Of course! I did not want to sound too eager, so I tried to curb my enthusiasm a bit. Which was no easy task. Because I wanted to see more of your body, even though the videos were quite blurred. But that did not make much difference. And always a girl.It's probably a good thing that in the aftermath of my fight, myattackers gave me a wide berth, as I was pretty busy trying to processthe memories flooding my brain.Then just when I was starting to think I had adjusted, I had a visitorcome to my house.She was a pretty red-head, college age from the look of her, and when Ianswered the door she said, "Hi. This may sound weird, but I need tospeak to your sister as soon as possible. It's really important." You must have the wrong. It was plenty big enough for the children to stay over with me when they wanted. As a matter of fact, they had stayed over even whilst Grace was living there, with James bedding down on the sofa in the lounge. I liked the guy that Grace married. He was a big shot at one of my company’s clients and to be honest he suited Grace down to the ground. I got the feeling that Grace had known him much longer than she ever let on to me, it could be that he might have visited my office many years. ” Reaching out and touching my hand, she smiled and suggested, “Let’s go home where we can talk some more.” By this time the bar was closing anyway, so we got our coats and left. Walking alone the street I took her arm, and she gave it a polite squeeze. Once inside my flat we took off our coats, and mother suggested we have another drink. I poured two glasses of wine, and returned to join her on my sofa. We clicked glasses in a salutation, and took our first sip. Mother went on to tell me,.