I could see the faint shadow of her slit, a dark line between her legs.I began rubbing faster, a finger sliding into my pussy. My left hand reached up...and turned the page of the book. (I had been rubbing a while, and was still on the same page. I didn't want to be too obvious).There must have been some sort of insect flying around outside. She and her friend were swatting at something. I was still rubbing, still watching, and then she slapped at her thigh. Whatever it was that had been flying. I’m so glad you called. I was going to call you anyway, after letting you cool down a little, but it was nice coming from you.”“You were? But why?”“I told you. I will always be your friend.”Nothing was supposed to make him happier. What would Aron think if he blurted out, out of the blue, that he wanted something else? Something more?“I ... want us to be friends again, too,” he spoke, trying hard to ignore the knot in his throat.“Missed you, buddy,” Aron said, his voice serious. “I won’t let. Then she realized what it was. Shoes! She needed a pair of sexy shoes to ‘top off’ her little outfit. Because the corset was so much trouble to take off, she decided to wear the whole thing home. She put her short black dress, which barely covered the tops of her stockings. She set off with renewed vigor to complete her new quest. Within half an hour she had found a nice pair of shiny black patent leather pumps. They had almost needle pointed 4 inch stiletto heels. They were a simple design,. "No. That's for marriage, too." OK," Carol said. "Now, let's assume that it is OK for you to masturbate him. What would be your reasons for doing it? What would you be feeling as you did it?" Oh, wow!" Muriel exclaimed. "I love him a lot. I know it would make him feel good, and I would like to give him that feeling. I know this whole nudity business is stressful for him, and I want to help any way I can." Except for a blowjob or intercourse, you mean?" Caroline probed."That would be too much. I.