Did I?”“No, you didn’t. I know I was nervous, but I’ve been dreaming about you for ages.”“And what do you dream about me, Jenny? Please d...n’t be shy with me, I think we can say that we’ve passed that point, don’t you?”But I did feel shy. I’ve never spoken to anyone about this sort of thing, and I really didn’t expect it to be a woman if I did. “I, well, I think about you touching me.”“How do you mean, touching you, Jenny? And do you do anything about it when you think of me?”“After you rubbed. Never has Emmy ever touched his flesh under his clothes before.He tries his luck and moves his hand up under her shirt to feel the softness of her belly for the first time. Emmy whimpers, some in the loss of attention to her crotch which she is coming to enjoy, with the amazement of how she now feels wet in her panties.She knows she has not peed, but this new sense of sticky wetness in her pussy is so delightful.But the experience of Donny’s hand rubbing up against her stomach to... oh my, he. Once we moved in together, the floodgates cracked completely. Carla discovered just how much fun it could be to be the object of desire. Rather than an outsider, a voyeuristic witness, Carla began to want to be the active participant and focal point of the exposure games.Tommy had been the perfect audience, eager to see more of Carla exposing herself. But whatever happened with Tommy (it was never really completely clear to me) stayed in the past. We started having more fun together. We were. She twirled in place, letting her hair whip around in an eye teasing manner and knelt down between his legs. She gripped him tightly around his base to help hold him back in case she got too carried away. She licked his rod in a desperate manner to lick up her juices on him like it was a Popsicle melting in her hand from the blazing overhead sun.Her tongue and hot breath on his throbbing manhood caused Freddie to roll his eyes backwards and clench his thigh muscles to hold back the building.