Suddenly another desire took hold of me and I grabbed my cellphone. Hearing her voice would make this masturbation session even better, and to my deli...ht, it was answered on the second ring."Hello," her soft voice said. It sounded more like a moan than a greeting."I just needed to hear your voice," I admitted.I heard another soft intake of air from her in my earpiece."Are you masturbating?" she asked."Well I'm not knitting a sweater," I responded."Neither am I," she responded in between sips of. 'And, though Connie's panties were soaking wet from memories and from imagination and anticipation, certainly not with Kathy watching.Thirty minutes earlier"Holy shit, I'd love to suck on those tits. I'd like to shove my cock between those babies and shoot my cum all over her face."Thus spake Josh. He was Jefferson Tecumseh Morton's best friend and a quintessential bull shit artist. The same age as J.T., thirteen, though taller and heavier, Josh had never so much as kissed a girl, much less. We both have issues that prevent us from being one. You sit down at the computer, just seconds to go before we have a scheduled meet, your panties feel moist already. You turn it on and watch the screen come to life. Tap, tap, tap, you hit the mouse to send you into the net. You open up Facebook and wait. Moments later you see my profile pic light up. And you receive a message, " Hello my love." Hi to you dear." you reply. We do some small talk and pleasantries. A small box pops up on the. She took my hands and stroked them, then lifted them over my head and held them there with her left hand. Her right hand wandered slowly and gently down my left arm.The situation made me sweat a lot and so I had very wet armpits by now when her fingers finally reached them on the way down."Is that fear sweat?" she asked as she sniffed at her wet fingers."Smells like that anyway." She sucked my sweat from her fingertips and bent her knees a little. "You taste good, k**." With her tongue she.