I'll be back in a little while," Lonji said, slipping out and dissapearing. Kyla curled up on the blanket, continuing to idly finger herself, and said...nothing. She cried for a long time, but when the tears finally stopped, Kyla felt strangly at peace. Lonji had been right about her. She wept not for what was happening to her, but because she knew he was right. With that thought, a thrill of heat clawed its way up her gut. Kyla heard herself moan as she rolled onto her back and slammed her. I looked at him and I thought about this before I said it and then I blurted out: “I have some scenarios that I play out in my mind when I’m dressed. They are sort of gay.” “Sort of gay?” “Yes." I paused, I really wanted to say it."I tell myself if I’m ever caught dressed like this, I have to offer to give the guy a blow-job. Sort of like now, with you seeing me.” “Oh.” Here it is, I thought to myself. “So I have to offer. Would you like one?” “What?” “Would you like a blow job?” “Are you. I was wet before I got out of my thin cotton shift.Just as I had stepped out of my dress, I heard footsteps, and a light knock on my door, which emptied my lungs and made my heart stop. Then a warm, soft voice followed.“I’m so sorry,” the voice said. “I left a pair of shorts in there. Could you slip them under the door?”My heart beat like a hummingbird’s.“Oh! I’m so sorry,” I said. But instead of handing the shorts under the door, I held my dress up to my shoulders, cracked the door open, and. I told her it would pain, smooch her and pushed hard. I broke her seal and she tried to scream but was muffled by my smooch. I stayed still for a couple of minutes, just kissing her and gently pressing her boobs. She then slowly started moving up and down my shaft and I started the same. We soon came into a rhythm and both were enjoying it. The room was filled with voices like aahhhh uuhhhh ooohhh uuum more I love it. She said that she loved it I increased my pace with her legs on either side.