I sat up and looked around, worried, and looking for some sort of proof that it wasn't in my head. I could hardly see anything, so I sighed sadly and ...eaned back. Then, I felt a new weight shifting the seats. I looked in the general direction and asked, "Who's that?" "It's me." She said in a hushed voice. "I got you a drink. I figured you might be thirsty when you woke up." I rubbed my eyes. "I'm sorry I fell asleep. I hope I didn't squish you." She giggled and took my hand in hers. "Don't be.". They were Email's from men she has chatted with in chat rooms and I didn't really care for what was being discussed in the email's." So, I thought if their was a way to find out if what there talking about is actually going to happen maybe I can stop it in time." Well Bruce, that's what I would do, I'd go in and pose as someone similar to the men she has been in contact with and ask her for a private chat. Knowing what you know from reading her email's it shouldn't be hard to get her to open up. I immediately shoved my hard dick through the hole. He grabbed it with his warm hand and started stroking me just as hard as I'd been stroking myself just moments before. I though I was going to explode right then and there, but I was able to hold off. I wanted it to last. I wanted to feel this strange man’s hand stroking my cock, working to make me cum. As I was adjusting to his hand and pumping my hips in unison with his strokes, he stopped at the base of the hole and held his hand there. He pushes me his tongue into my mouth and i bite his bottom lip, giving it a slight pull. Since I am craving and thinking of HIM I just do what my mind and body imagine doing to HIM. I start to get wet and I begin to run my hands on his chest. My boyfriend begins to lift towards the counter and I cant help but gasp at the cold. Not breaking our kiss he begins to undress as do I. I look straight into his eyes and I try to say I am sorry but instead stay quiet and enjoy his warm body pressed up.