No, Jeff decided, that had nothing to do with it. But that was more self-delusion than anything."Oh, we might as well tell them," said Brit. Jeff had ... sudden moment of panic. Just how much was she willing to reveal?"It happened Saturday when Crystal came over," she continued, and Jeff's panic spiked. She wouldn't dare!"Maybe we shouldn't be telling them about this," he said."Oh, Jeff, don't be embarrassed. You acted heroically."Heroically? That was probably the last word he would use to. I looked around making sure no one was around and lifted up my mini skirt and itched trying to get the irritation out. I groaned when it got worse. I was feeling horny because I was touching myself in someone else’s home. I slide my panties to the side and slowly played with my clit like I usually did when I was on my own. I sighed in pleasure it rubbed it harder making me loose sense of my surroundings and continue at a more frantic pace. I slowly slipped my finger into my vagina and fucked my. In fact, it looked like you had never been crying at all. You were smiling at me just as broadly as you do in your picture. You asked me if we could be together now, and I said we should try. Then, at the same time, in the slow motion we sometimes have in dreams, we reached out our hands toward each other. For an instant, the tips of our fingers touched. That's when I woke up. I don't usually remember my dreams in such detail, but this one was more vivid than any I'd ever had. I've never. That’s another thing while I’m at it, can’t guys shut the fuck up about stuff like this? If I even touched a guy’s wiener, it was all over the place by the next day. Then I had to put up with all the guy’s loser friends making comments about “when is it their turn?” Really? So, when I broke up with my latest boyfriend Chad, I really wasn’t all that upset. I had a reputation already for at least giving good blow-jobs, and I knew that another guy was just a weekend or two away. Weeks before.