Carefully I slid my finger out and my hand from beneath him. By now the blanket had also pretty well fallen off of him, and I could see a general outl...ne of his crotch. The waistband of his pajama pants was very tight, but the fabric itself was quite loose. He was also flaccid, so there was no huge bulge in the fabric for me to marvel at. With the flashlight back in my hand, I peered at his general pelvic region to find anything like a button or a fly opening. I shielded part of the light with. She had blond hair, light eyes, small nose, thin red lips, very delicate skin. I was wearing a shirt through which you could see small but firm tits. Underneath was a very short skirt, under which protruded long, white, thin legs with marked muscles, which showed that she was physically active. I looked at her, and when she looked at me, I lowered my head; We stayed like that for a few minutes. I really did not know what to do, I did not know what to say. And I was beginning to excite myself.. She had unzipped my shorts and entered it when I unzipped her. So we entered our bottom parts at the same time and whenever I increased my pace inside her pussy she used to squeeze my dick harder. This was a clear sign of excitement.I guess I touched her g-spot. Not sure about it though. She was getting out of control. The brought my dick out and started moving my foreskin up and down. She turned towards me and planted a kiss on my lips. That was unexpected but it felt really good.I was. But isn’t this just idle speculation?”“I suppose,” Jocelyn said. “I mean, you can never be sure what might have happened without my accident. Does it bother you to speculate about alternative events that way?”“No, not at all. It can be fun. Do you know the Billy Joel song, Scenes From an Italian Restaurant?”“The one about ‘Brenda and Eddie’?”“Yep. The song has a line ‘Then the king and the queen went back to the green but you can never go back there again.’, which I think is saying you can’t.