As I make a move to end our straddling-session, Jason grabs my right hand, saying, “Oh no you don’t!” He moves my hand to his cock and says, “...ove it up and down; make me happy. When you get to the top, give it a light squeeze.” I do as I’m told, watching as he seems to grow even harder at my touch. When I squeeze at the top, that’s when more pre-cum emerges from his slit. It’s slowly cascading down to my hand, almost coming to thank me for releasing it from its sexual prison. I don’t want it. Suddenly Paula stopped talking and looked at Donna, smiled, leaned in and kissed her.They were both in a clinch kissing each other and snogging hard. I sat on the sofa and watched. As Paula pulled away Donna went down and kissed her neck, "I'm not gay" Paula said, "Neither am I" said Donna, and with that she turned her head towards her and kissed her again, soon they were snogging again. What a turn on!Paula buried her head in Donna's neck and Donna's right hand roamed over Paula's breast. As. I pulled her to me and ran my fingers through her hair. When I could see into her eyes, I said, "You are wonderful, sweetheart. I love you."She grabbed me tightly. "You make me crazy waiting for you and even crazier when we're here." She put her hand on my face. "I love you, Jordan."I cuddled her into my spoon. Within ten seconds it was morning. I slipped away to the bathroom, closed the door, and shaved. She slept soundly as I put on my sweats and slipped out to go to the kitchen. The coffee. It was a simple ‘hello it’s me’ and from then on we’d sent each other lots and lots of messages. We tried to get to know each other that way instead of meeting – because it seemed safer that way – and after sending questions and answers for three evenings, we were both getting pretty comfortable with each other as well as knowledgeable about each other’s situations, habits, favorites (colors, food, cars, clothes, you name it), most detested vegetable and so on. Late in the evenings, one or both.