My hand pushes up between her legs reaching the apex of her thighs.my hand cups over her entire crotch,and i roughly massage her.'what is this here,' ... ask,not expecting an answer.'what the fuck is this?' at my second question,i use three fingers to strum lightly along her crotch,pushing the fabic of her pants against the folds of her opening.i caress over each lip,i try to push my finger thru the layers of cloth blocking the entrance to her body.her entire body is shaking as she is a sobbing. Anyhow, in my opinion, Alicia's a first-rate psychologist." So, what were you looking for? What did..." I asked her about exhibitionism. Female exhibitionism. Well, she didn't have a lot to tell me. It seems that exhibitionism is pretty much the province of you male-type people. Not quite exclusively, but almost. Alicia said there was virtually no reliable literature on female exhibitionism in modern psychology. However, Freud and his buddies had a little to say about the subject." Like what?". The touch if his lips on hers made her forget the question he was kissing her but ever so gently there lips barely touching but when they did the feeling was so sensuous. She couldn’t stop her self now even if she tried. His hand was on her blouse again gently unbuttoning it all the way, he laid her blouse open and started to kiss her down her slender neck, and on to her shoulders. He was than at the breasts, and was sucking her nipple through the lace. She had to respond to how he was. -So time passed and i began to notice that "Y" started to call me more and more, until someday she calls me at 3 am to say that she had a fight with her mom and had nowhere to go and that she's near my house, so i sneak her into my room without waking up anybody from my family and we spent the whole night talking and laughing and going online listening to music and shit, when the morning came she tells me that she's going to get her fiance "RED" to pick her up from here, BUT she told him that.