You are moving blood to my pussy, turning me on. It's obvious isn't it?" What do you mean? Obvious?"I turned, forgetting my top was off, exposing a br...ast, a very erect nipple."You ARE looking up my skirt aren't you?"Silence.More silence.Then, a barely audible, "Yes." I already knew that. I wouldn't be here, with my top off, and a skirt on, if I didn't know that ... if I didn't want you to look."Do you really think your mom doesn't know it when you give her backrubs?" No ... no ... she wouldn't. The bathroom door was opening. Someone was coming in. Rachel’s eyes widened like full moons but Blake had the wherewithal to act quickly. Shooting her a panicked look of his own, he turned to his left and pushed them both into the stall they had just passed by. As they shuffled in, Blake shut the door tight and locked it. He put his finger up to his lips to indicate silence (a command that Rachel clearly didn’t need). The pair stood deathly still and held their breath. Clicking footsteps. For now, we can call him, Joey.My friends and I were out clubbing one night when we stumbled upon Joey on his own at the bar. My friends were more interested in dancing, but I wanted to sit with him and see what was up.We chatted about minor things like school, parents and our sexuality. He was the first person I told that I was curious and I was the first to know that he was gay. We hit it off there. We drank, we talked, we danced and we walked to his house together. No one really noticed us. Are you going to show us what you came to me about? My time is valuable. If I'm going to be of use to you this year, I have to get started soon." I'm sorry to disappoint you, but there is nothing to be done. What I wanted was for the priest's remains to be sent back to Spain. This has been done and I had it done in a respectful manner. I approached you and you told me how you would be doing it. I decided that you were not going to proceed in a manner that I could be comfortable with. I thought.