.. I couldn't stop my soft, quiet demands asking Jason to rub the crotch of my jeans harder and faster. I bent my legs and spread them wider so my hip... could push me up against Jason's hand more. I was already so wet my panties were sliding over my pussy lips as if dipped in oil. I wonder what Jason must have thought watching me hump his hand while begging to be touched harder and faster. I know I would have come even through my jeans, if I hadn't begun to realize what my hand was holding.Even. She heard fabric rip, and knew it was not his, but her clothing, which had given under his increasingly frantic movements. He would pay for that. But that was for later. Now she just wanted to enjoy his fervor, his strength as he ran his hand along the back of her thigh and brought her leg up and around his waist, baring her to more intimate explorations in a parody of a dance. His other hand buried skillfully into her hair at her nape, bringing her head back, denying her the kiss she had so. Good idea. I called Marsha to tell her where I was and what sort of mess I had gotten myself into. We had a good laugh and she filled me in on the latest news. The girls were doing fine, and Olivia had almost forgiven me for not being home for her sixteenth birthday, or Ashley's, too, for that matter. Both were now dating and had spent most of their summer nude sunbathing on the beach and flirting with boys, to the slight distress of both of their mother's. The girls had known the 'facts of. Kelly and I had been taped for a segment on Hugo, on Sixty Minutes, and I had also done a slew of radio spots before landing on the set of GMA.“I don’t know how you folks do this every morning,” I said as the sound man backed away.Joan chuckled.“Lots of practice,” she said.The floor director motioned at us and held up five fingers. Joan straightened and looked at the camera as he counted us down.“Welcome back to Good Morning America,” Joan said brightly. “Our next guest has gotten quite a bit.