. I should probably give some insight as to how this all occurred. I'm Jessi; my friend that I'm sitting atop of is Peter. We meet years ago on the in...ernet and as our friendship grew so did the passion between the both of us.About a week ago Pete e-mailed me asking if there'd ever be a chance that we could meet. At first it seemed damn near impossible, I live in the States, he in New Zealand, but as an optimist I told him I'd look into, there had to be a way. I found the way, writing the trip. I said yes, but after twenty-four years, Claire knows very well when I’m lying and my voice carried no conviction, with my face told a different story to my words. Hearing my lie about being okay, I immediately saw the look of worry and concern on Claire’s face as she said that she was coming home immediately.There was a silence between us, and then the strangest thing happened. Despite all that happened over the last fifteen hours, and despite all of the hurt and tears, I was back to being. Don't even close your eyes keep looking at the weeping angel until I tell you otherwise" the voice said. Frightened Claire didn't know what else to do "Yes sir, I'll keeping looking at the angel just, please, if your going to hurt me or rob me make it quick" but it does look like statue is closer."Hurting you is the last thing I want to do, I'm trying to save you. If you need to we can take turns looking at it I just need you to back up" the man said. "Please don't rape me" Claire begged."Are. She purrs. Her hand goes down to feel my penis and balls. She lightly strokes my shaft between her fingers and runs her hand over my balls. My penis tightens at her soft touch! I slide a hand round her back and feel her bottom, running my fingers gently up and down the valley between her cheeks. With my other hand I fondle her breasts and nipples. In the wall mirror I see my penis bending up fully erect now, and loosely held in her fingers. I want! But I know its too late for sex. We’ve got to.