I could feel the heat coming out from the crack of her bum cheeks. As I moved my hands further down I was able to feel the slippery pussy lips from th...ir back. I brought my right hand forward and moved between her thighs towards her pussy. On feeling my hand she closed her thighs first as a reflex but soon she opened to let my hand to feel her pussy. She was so wet that my fingers were easily slipping around her opening and the clitoris. She also started moving her hand on to my erected penis.. Swaying a bit, I massage them, heightening my already growing arousal. Pinching my nipples, I squeeze them hard feeling the familiar pulse between my thighs. I squeeze them again and again, my desire growing with each motion. My body heat is rising.Hot water rushes over me, the shower filled with steam. My hand still at my breast, cupping it again, I tease myself. My other hand snakes down between my thighs. I watch as the water streams down my arm and over my fingers. The hot water now has. My hunger grew every second away from him. The distance between us killed me. My heart ached for his presence and my pussy pounded at the thought of him. He was my everything and I couldn’t wait to talk to him, to see his face, to see the look in his eyes when I smile. Everything he does drives me crazy!One lonely night of writing fantasies and waiting for him to come on Skype, I started touching myself. I couldn’t help it, the anticipation was killing me. I read a story and was getting wetter. The DNR has that range at New Oslo.”“That’s almost fifty miles away -- an hour drive there and back. That sucks...”“Chelsea...” Jeff’s mom spoke up. “Don’t you want more than that?”“No, thanks,” she replied. “I don’t have much of an appetite.”“It’s how she stays so slim,” Jeff’s dad interjected.“You’re sure?”“I’m sure. I’m kinda ... turkeyed-out.” She propped her elbow on the table, held her forehead and muttered under her breath.“What does that mean?” His mother looked toward Jeff. “Jeff?”He.