I don't know if I was fueled by arousal or by a sense of "fairness", but I lifted my hand closest to him. As it moved, he correctly anticipated my int...nt and silently let me know it was ok by withdrawing his hand from his cock. I watched the implied invitation and I knew this was something he wanted....he wanted to feel my hand around him, jerking him off.My hand wrapped around him, tighter than he'd gripped me initially, and I couldn't help but notice how different it felt. First of all, I. A hard, passionate, tongue-probing kiss; dirty, just the way I like it. I remember pressing myself against his crotch hard. I couldn’t waste time, I was on a smoke break. I wanted to fuck. He sensed my urgency. He picked me up and held me against the cool metal of the car. Pulling my panties to one side he inserted his fingers into my cunt. I was already wet and sticky. He rubbed my clit with his thumb, and smirked as I squirmed and moaned my satisfaction. But this was wasting time. “Fuck me” I. They would take me along and we would go out and sleep on the pontoon boat and ski and explore with the little boat. Now Emily was not a super model by any stretch. She was average, all average. Curly black hair, she had a little pot belly, maybe "b" cup tits. Dark eyes and a chubby little ass and legs. But she and I really clicked and flirted with each other a lot. I even saw her naked a time or two over the years. This day we were on the pontoon boat and Richard and his sister and dad took my. "Gosh, this feels so good, Win — How are things going with this girl of yours?" she asked.I chuckled to myself; she enjoys the whole third person conversation."Actually, Glory — I think I'm ready to make a move on her, but I'm waiting ... for a signal of some kind that tells me she's ready." What kind of a signal are you waiting for exactly?" Something that tells me that she's as into me as much as I am into her. Maybe a touch or a glance, I'm not sure — but I think I'll know it when I see.