." "That's what I thought." "I mean, I-" "It's okay," Brenda interrupted. "You don't have to explain. It's actually kind of sweet, eh." "Thanks, I gue...s." Brenda squeezed her body even closer to mine. I was acutely aware that her breasts were now touching my arm. "Justin, are you naked under there?" she asked. I didn't answer, but I felt her hand reach under the sheets and caress my bare hairless chest. My body felt paralyzed with anxiety. Her hand kept descending, softly gliding over my. During the day she was always so proper and neatly dressed and wore a pleasant smelling perfume. I enjoyed being around her, and she seemed to like my company as well. She would tell me stories about life on the ranch, and about how she missed my grandpa’s company. I became more and more infatuated with this woman. I often offered to help her with the dishes after supper, just to get a chance to "accidentally" rub up against her prominent breasts. At night, after she bathed, she always wore her. She criticized him for being a gentleman. As for me, I’ll shut up about my life if you want. I’m sure you have more important things to discuss than the life of a young college girl. If I do discuss my life, it’s likely to include discussion of a person who is very important in my life.”“Of course, we want to know about your life at school, dear,” Mom said. “How was Zeta this quarter?”“I thought I wrote.” She damned-well knew she’d written. Mom was just trying to avoid that challenge. “We. Provided nothing really bad happened, she was most unlikely to make any real complaint, or be easily understood or believed if she did. I smiled at her again and unzipped my trousers.'Excuse me,' I said, ' just trying to make myself comfortable.' and I smiled again. She smiled as well, and then I saw her eyes open wide as she watched me lift my cock out of my trousers.I continued to look at her, smiling as I masturbated. Her eyes were fixed on my full erection and my hand moving up and down.