Her mother had been like a rock holding their life together. At this point she got very emotional and started to cry. I patter her head not know wheth...r it would be appropriate to hold her and console her. As soon I patted her head she embraced me. She was now back to her normal self after a while and then started asking me questions whether I had a girlfriend and my personal life. I was single then and told her so. She said that she was single too ! I asked her how she managed to be single. Emboldened, I began running my finger ever so delicately up and down her crack: still no reaction from her, other than a more pronounced snore here and there. I was intrigued. At that point I reasoned that I really didn't have much to lose, so I went a little further. I tried parting her ass cheeks ever so slightly with my thumb and finger. No resistance. I opened them a little wider and I was amazed that she didn't seem to notice at all. Instinctively, my index finger zeroed in on her. My only friend. We grew up together. Just us against the world. Her ginger hair framed her pale face, as she looked at me blankly.It's one of those things everyone knows. When you know someone, you know how they're feeling, regardless of what they're showing."You're worried." I stated, looking away.Samantha was beautiful. Long, ginger hair. Pale skin that could rival Snow white's. A thin figure, with C-cup breasts that verge on being too big compared to the rest of her body. I couldn't think. ..you...”“Oh, so not only are you a kinky boy, you like seeing me having it off with other fitties then? Not that I blame you, it is pretty hot!” I smirked again, and he started gasping for breath. Interesting... “OK then, let’s take this a step further. Why were you watching me then?”“Because...”“Can’t you afford magazines? Or are you too embarrassed to say?” I whipped him again, harder this time, and a squeak came out. He was enjoying this, I knew it!“Holy... I was watching you.