Of course, I was frustrated and horny. Any calls I had made to guys I knew went to voicemail, so I walked the streets and thought about taking in a m...vie. Outside the theatre, I noticed a really hot guy go in and casually followed him. Instantly I realized that I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on a movie but would be obscured by thoughts of fucking and sucking him. We entered the theatre, which was fairly empty for a Sunday, and I made sure to sit behind him. I slowly began to imagine my. As a result of this discussion we decided to masturbate in my lounge. As we had not prepared anything it was a finger race. Anyway I digress.Late last week the subject again turned to masturbation and I have recently seen some videos called Hysterical Literature. I was introduced to it by one of my friends on XH – Thank you “Vibroing”. I described the background to Jo. A video is running taking video of the top of a lady (dressed so no breasts showing and not view below the waist due to the. I let out a slight moan and I hear him chuckle behind me, like he can hear my thoughts. The deep sound of his voice vibrating down my spine and making my knees weak. Putting him and the fantasy out of my head I continue quickly down the path.I’m looking for a quiet place to think, I’ve been so angry and frustrated and no clue as to why. I’m hoping the solitude of the park will ease my troubled mind. I see a break in the tree line and make my way through. It opens up to a boulder lined river.. .I'm a 'dirty slut', huh?” she said as a mischievous smile began to form at the ends of her lips. “Crap!” I thought, “Did I really say that out loud!?” My gaze locked on hers, that wicked smirk upon her face, it seemed like an eternity before she finally broke the tension by letting out a soft giggle. “What are you doing here!?” I nearly exclaimed, luckily I kept my voice down enough so my mom didn't hear. With the smile still on her face she explained that Aunt Peg needed to borrow a suitcase.