After she went to bed that night and for the next few nights, she became a little bundle of pent-up passion. She would remember his hot hand on her br...ast and the thrills that went through her body. She recalled that she actually kissed him, grown-up style, even if it was for only a few seconds. She would think of his eyes, looking so desperate at her chest, her butt and her crotch ... especially her crotch, she thought.During these nights, her little hands would move to her sensitive pussy and. How's that sit with you?"For a brief moment Steve looked as confused as a pilot asked to fly without wings, but his face turned grim when he realized the consequences of having loaded arms at hand. He'd use them; it would be an instinctive reaction. They waited, sipping their cooling coffee as he wrestled with his inner feelings."Damn it all to hell!" Steve slammed his open hand down on the table. Coffee cups jumped and sloshed; Mike and Marie smiled. Red faced, Steve scowled and muttered. He was completely objectifying me,dehumanizing me, not even for a second stopping to ask me if what he wasdoing was OK, or asking for permission. This was what I had feared allalong. And, inside, I felt like I should be crying hysterically. But thestrange thing was that I didn't actually cry. Not even a few tears. Infact, I was smiling throughout - a nervous, embarrassed smile, but a smilenonetheless. And I was aware of that, but I couldn't stop. I even giggledsilently, somewhat, when his. He started rubbing my cock over my shorts. He then stood up and removed my t-shirt. He reached down and continued to rub my cock. He sat back down and pulled my shorts off.He started stroking my cock with his right hand while cupping my balls with his left. He placed his lips on my cock head and began licking it in small circles. He then took my cock deep into his mouth. He alternated between taking it deep and working the head with his tongue. He then pushed my cock up against my stomach and.