That bitch was still messing with my life! ‘Where is Kyle?’ I mumbled to myself, but there was still no sign of him. I needed to think about some...hing else so I tried to focus on the invitation and the Valentine’s Day party. I had a sudden flashback to Jodie’s and my first date. We were posing in front of a heart shaped background for a picture. We had a great time that day. It was probably the only Valentine’s Day I ever enjoyed. ‘Oh shit!’ I snapped out loud as a thought came to me. Did I. You are shocked, but you cannot say a word, but look at me, puzzlement, desire, all show in your eyesMy hand presses into your ass, out of view of the crowd. You lick your lips as my fingers got lower, between your legs and rub your pussy through your clothing. Your mind is racing. A stranger fondling you, yet feels so good. Your pussy is getting moist with my hand rubbing it, your breath quickens a bit, and you bite your lip. You love my touch, even though it is wrong. I move my hand up, and. In fact, he was there the whole time, watching us. Ben was discovering that he liked to watch, perhaps more than he actually liked to screw!” I smiled demurely at Christian as he told the story, but my thoughts were with Ben. As they slipped easily into other stories of shared escapades – most of which seemed to feature Ben as director and audience simultaneously – my thought continually strayed until I found I had cast myself in our own little productions, thinking that if he were in the room. As everyone finished, pairs and groups headed off to do something special on their day off. Tiny said that he, Ruth, Nancy, and Henry were taking the catamaran out fishing. He said they might even stay out overnight as the boat was so comfortable. The motor building people showed their gear head mentality as they said they needed to finish up their funny car dragster entry for an upcoming local race. I had heard they were building something, but I wondered who was going to drive it. That thing.