I quietly approached an open window that had the curtains not totally closed. I couldnt believe what I saw. A girl was masturbating. She was so prett.... She had shoulder length brown hair that framed her beautiful round face perfectly. Her eyes were brown too. It would not surprise to find out that she was the girl Van Morison sang about. Her lips were as red as cherries and I could see her teeth as white as pearls. Her skin looked so smooth and flawless. As I continued watching, I saw her. There no way in hell I'd sexually surrender myself to some stupid dildo over the internet. Why? Why in god's name would anyone take that risk ? Hell, you'd have to be a fucking moron to be caught dead even reading, let alone writing stories about some poor smuck humiliating another person sexually, right?So, the Idea of this whole mind control stuff is embarrassingly juvinal and increadibly stupid waste of anyone's time and energy.This is why I'm confused about my reaction... ... when She. Taking a stab in the dark, I muttered, “Kennedy?” and looked at her expectantly.“Lincoln you idiot.” she huffed, and shook her head in dismay.“Oh yeah, that guy.” I quipped, “Mr. Top Hat, went out with a bang.”“Assassinated” she moaned, putting her head in her hands, “He was assassinated.”“Yep, that’s what they said.” I agreed, and then asked, “You ok Miss K? You look a little stressed.”“Bah” she huffed, squirting hand lotion in her palm, “Same shit, different day.” and rubbed the cream in.“I. It was a complete involuntary action.She didn’t oppose my advancement, instead she kissed me back. We broke into a long kiss. It wasn’t the most passionate or best kiss, but it was my first one and it really felt good. I didn’t have any prior experience in pleasing the opposite sex and my body was moving on its own. My hand was already on her right breast, fondling it. I tried to pulling her breast out of her blouse, but ended up tearing it in the process. I kissed her breast and started.