She tried her best not to act a fool as she spoke, " I want to kiss you more, but not here." Her hand rose to my face and she traced the right side of...my jaw with the back of her finger. " Would you mind taking me home?" She is so glad I said yes. My eyes never left her as I followed her out of the restaurant. I gently took her hand on the way to the car, making her heart skip a beat. She can't wait to get home. The car ride over she is trying to think of ways she can draw my cock out and not. He slept that way. Or had, until he’d started his nocturnal voyeurism activities. Memories of the previous evening flooded into his mind and he sat up again. Alex’s behavior, when she woke him, seemed normal, except he didn’t really have a yardstick to compare that to. She’d never been in his bedroom before. He noticed his rigid penis, then, and wondered if it had been prominent when she was there. He didn’t think so. She would have said something. Wouldn’t she? Again, he had no experience to. She was more like a big sister than anything. So, to answer yourquestion, no, we didn't have a sexual relationship."We had finished our food, and I asked the waiter for the bill. "Emma,I'm out of questions. Do you have any more?" Just one, Josie. Are you gay, or bi, or trans, or what?" Wow, you saved the biggie for last." I squeezed her hand to let herknow I didn't mind. "Let's see, I know I'm not gay or trans, despitewhat you see. I don't go for boys, and I don't want to become a woman.As for. As my panties reach my feet, I hear, “Stay bending over, I want to see all of you. Don’t move a muscle, or else”I shift my legs open a bit and put my hands around my ankles to give you a better view.You walk over to me and bend over with your face really close to my wet opening. You blow gently into me, the combination of cool air and my wetness making goose bumps rise. I shiver at the cold air, trying to stay still until you tell me I can move againYou keep blowing for a while, watching my.