You… Ahhhh she pointed at my thick erect cock poking a tent in my towel I went red with embarrassment and pushed it down to no avail Im so sorry! I ...aid scared she would be disgusted Hehe why are you apologising its natural Robbie, now try and think unsexy thoughts and come inside and have a drink with me, as thanks for your help she said whilst smiling she turned back around and opened the door to her house and walked in, I enjoyed the view if her thick legs walking away and followed her. Your hand slides slowly over my blanket, feeling the outline of my body, sliding slowly from my chest down to my toes.My breathing softly raises and lowers my covers as I sleep, and softly, almost gently you slip your hand underneath my blanket, underneath my shirt. You touch my flesh. You feel my chest. Your hand is on my heart and you feel the beating just inches from your fingers.Slowly you slip your hand lower, across my stomach, stretching your fingers and feeling my muscles move as I. I can’t read the words, they’re blurring together. I squint, trying to focus on the letters instead of the lingering lavender-bubblegum-ethyl-alcohol scent. It’s ancient Greek. That’s why I can’t read the words. ‘So you’re back with Jason?’ she asks. Her voice is high, unnaturally so. She too feigns nonchalance. She’s not as good at it as I am. ‘Since when?’ she asks. It’s not a question, it’s a demand. I don’t owe her anything. ‘Since you decided to try and force your agenda on me.’ It’s a. I could now see wetness at the tip of his cock, the small show had turned him on.He stared at me with a slight grin. I started to undo my shirt. I’m not as slim as Paul so I was a little unsure how he’d see me. A grainy, poorly lit Skype isn’t much to see and now he was seeing me in detail. He grinned more, so I took that to be a good sign.His right hand slowly dropped to his cock. He gave it a little stroke between thumb and first finger. He found the wetness and rubbed it between his fingers..