" I stammered.“Come on, I want this,” she said, her voice soft as a kitten's purr.She took my hand in hers, stroking it with her thumb. Then she g...ve me that look, the one I found irresistible. It was the same adorable look she’d flashed at me the day I’d agreed that FaceTime was no longer enough, the day we’d arranged to meet in the flesh. And what flesh she had: clear skin so smooth and soft, perfect figure, tight round arse and cute little breasts that jiggled beneath her cotton dress. How. Again I wanted someone there to watch me reach orgasm to see my swollen lips spread, to hear the sounds of my fingers going in and out of my wet pussy. But the sensible part of me was telling me to wait until later....... but I didn't want to wait. I stepped out of the shower and admired my toned body in the mirror, I was getting turned on just by watching me. I wanted my audience. I cupped my pert breasts in each hand and turned my body so that I could see the arch of my back introducing by. To me. From Daniel. MerryChristmas. Ho ho ho, I want to kill you by giving you repeated heartattacks."Shit!" I slammed the door, locked it."What is it?" Mom asked. She set the camera down and we sort ofgathered around."That's some nice wrapping paper," Emily said. "Who's it from? Um, andwho's it for?"She snatched the present away from me and shook it."Don't!" I said. "It might be a bomb!" I don't hear any ticking," Emily said with a grin. She read the card,and Mom took a deep breath."Why'd he. He felt theintense urge to urinate and knew what that entailed for the time being.He went into a stall and pushed down the seat.Martin shook his head as his looked at the seat that seemed disgustingto him. He placed a sanitary seat cover down and sat on the toilet,bemoaning the position he found himself in before he wiped himself,pulled his pants back up and went to his next class.Martin took careful notes in the class just as he had with the classbefore. Martin worked harder than he ever had.