I thought about sitting up to really get a better view, but decided my best bet would be to just watch her as best as I could in the position I was in... Best not to spoil the mood.So I kept quiet and watched. I could tell her legs were spread and her knees were slightly bent. I could look down and see the bulge in the comforter where her hand was working hard to bring herself off. I just lay there listening and watching. She kept whispering to herself "Oh, yeah, right there Wayne. Touch me. Rub. Her thoughts make her nipples erect and pussy glisten. Your thoughts make your cock so hard, you twitch and glisten with precum at the tip. Your conversation pauses again as you catch her staring at your dick, which makes it twitch, which makes her stare at it more. She stops speaking and her eyes go from your penis to your eyes. Back to your penis then back to your eyes. She repeats this over and over. As you watch her do it, you examine her own eyes. She has beautiful eyes and a beautiful. And I envied them that. To be part of something that bound them together as friends and life companions. No wonder my Aunt had been so happy.We all sat dwelling in our own thoughts as the kitchen clock ticked softly in the background. The evening sun was beginning to set and the room was cast in long shadows. This would be my first night away from my parent's house and the thought became quite sobering. It felt like I had taken a really big step into a whole new world. A mature world where I. Things weren't that simple though. Even if he did take full responsibility, marrying someone like Janet could never be a viable option. Kunkel men only married from within their own social strata. He'd been indoctrinated with this concept for all of his life.Mike truly cared for Janet. In some ways, if he were absolutely pressed to give an honest answer, he'd have admitted to actually loving her. Love is all well and good, but it didn't give one license to enter into a marriage with someone so.