And you touching me reminded me that you were there, naked and right behind me, and that was certainly enough to make me feel hot all over. Your hands...moved up to my shoulders, kneading my flesh until I felt my shoulders slump, feeling completely at peace even though I had not even known I was so tense. I reached for the shampoo and started doing my hair, as you did yours, and I realized that we weren't touching again. And frankly, it was killing me. My whole body was hyper aware of you just. When I had the car door shut, mom turned in the seat to face me, "How do you like your gift, that I am wearing." I would like it even more, if I could lick what they are failing to cover, all thou, I do like it very much." Do you have underwear on?" No." Well, before you can have your gift, you need to pull your pants down to about your knees, then I will let you pull your gift off of me, then you can slide over here closer to me, and while I jack you off, you can smell your gift and finger my. ” He looked a little confused, but did as I asked. I walked over to the huge window and peered out at the picturesque scene, admiring the twinkling lights thrown into relief by the darkness of the night. Using the time to centre myself, I focussed internally on what exactly he had said, recalling the picture to mind of the fantasy he had so vividly sketched for me. I stretched my hands above my head, sliding them along the cool windowpane and spread my legs, sticking my butt out temptingly. I. Cautious for any sound or movement beyond my own, I slowly and carefully pulled myself out from under the bed. As quietly as I could, I opened the door. I poked my head out of the room. The rest of the house must have gone to bed, because the lights were out, and I couldn't hear anyone. I made it safely to the living room, and plopped my self on the couch. I tried to read the book I had been through all this to get, but I just couldn't focus on it. Then I tried to just go to sleep, but every.