"I can't wait anymore. I've got to get off now!" she exclaimed.No stranger to masturbation myself, my hand instinctively went to my own rod."Do it, Be...! Jack off for me! I want to watch!" And then Dawn started moaning again as her left hand started pawing at her own boobs while her right rubbed fervently at her clit.With wide eyes, I focused in on Dawn's round boobs and the hard nipples she was tweaking with her fingers, and then I looked down to find that my own right hand had begun slowly. As the night wore on, they flitted between light-hearted chatter and more profound conversations, until Ryan suggested a movie. He let Gemma choose a DVD from his extensive collection. She grinned knowing how much he hated letting a girl choose what film to watch. Ryan was comforted by the knowledge that her taste in movies was rather incongruous with her obvious femininity. She liked her movies to have a bit of an edge, some grit. He was relieved that he wouldn’t have to endure a romantic. .. maybe you're well... but... maybe... maybe you're not Miss Veronica..."His finger tapped his chin."Maybe... maybe because I saw you... I mean, Miss Veronica, driving out from the guest house in her car... maybe she has broken her vow to her father... and maybe you are Betty in a black wig?"Smithers glowered at the visibly frightened creature on the bed."Now what would Mr. Lodge think if I found Miss Veronica out on the town. Let me think. If Miss Veronica was out, then she'd be out with. He slammed the book shut, and disappeared around the other side of the bookcase. The young lady remained glued to the spot in which a body had just stood and disappeared like a dream. Like a sexy, but hazy dream, she thought was the only way she could describe it. Craig Miller smiled at that description as he walked out of the library.He was almost at the edge of the woods when he realized something. He was in need. Intimacy is what he craved, but it was so fleeting that he sometimes regretted.