I’m making breakfast.”She unlocked her door and came out in his nightshirt. She ate breakfast at the small dining table we had in the kitchen, her...leg up on the chair, facing me. I could see her pussy through the thin cotton of her panties. Finally, she finished, looked at me strangely, then walked back to her room to dress. I wanted so bad to be in there with her at that moment, watching her undress. I had always had these feelings, I knew, but had worked through them. Now, something was. ." Barbra also deciphered,but still pressed on, wanting to know more of the juicy details, "...which site was it?!?" I'll give you a clue," Melinda said as she stopped in front of him totake in all his changing facial expressions, "Ron over here's into somepretty kinky sex. Isn't that right Ronnie? The kind that's labelledunder the S&M category?" she asked, as he went from white to red inunder five seconds. Too embarrassed to answer her, she continued, "'YesMistress'... isn't that what you're. Saying the words 'fuck me' was liberating. There I was, supposed to be wholesome and innocent but touching breasts and wanting to be fucked. The idea immediately shifted my focus to my vulva. I wanted to touch myself more intimately; I wanted my fingers inside me!I turned off the light and got into bed. I had a much greater feeling of raw sexuality compared to my usual masturbation sessions when my hands were down my pajamas.While often intense, masturbating with my pajamas on gave a sense of. .. I dunno, Chuck. It's like you think I'm pretty..." You are." Pretty enough to make this thing happy," she stated, her fingers measuring my erection, causing me to moan."I love the way you do that, Jenn. It's like your fingers KNOW..." I struggled. The speech centers in my brain were losing blood supply."I'm very interested in this thing, Chuck. It made me very happy last night. Like nothing ever before. And I'm all sticky right now just thinking about it again."My fingers told me that she.