He scraped his chair across the cheap linoleum floor closer to my side of the small table, his fingers climbing higher and higher up my thigh. I almos... dropped the coffee cup on the faded floor when he reached my pussy, pushing my panties to the side and running a daring finger up and down my slit.My left hand gripped the edge of the table harder, my knuckles blenching white. I couldn’t believe the boldness of the man, to do such intimate things in public, yet it excited me. As scared as I was. I haven't been able to change that, nor do I find itnecessary. After all, 'moderation in all things', right? They seem tofind some kind of rush in that and get off on it...which is one of thereasons Cerina sought them out in the first place." That's good to know. Can we see a story...now?" Well, I can show you one right now, but Cerina said you were going totour the rest of the island, so we gotta make it short."She typed in www.mcstories.com in the Monitor's web browser, and surfedto a. "Hun, it's not like I havn't seen it before. I can tell you're in pain. Why don't you just take it out.." My mom lazily recommends as if it's nothing. I stare at her blankly for a few seconds to make sure she's not trying to get me to dig myself deeper, but I don't need any more encouragement. It's hurting.I quickly rip my fly down and pop the button at the top and my previously restricted tent becomes an impressive, much larger boxer clad tent. My cock is visibly throbbing against the boxer. And the need within me was not just an emotional need, it was a physical need, there was a burning, not just of my buttocks but of my loins. Over at last, She released my wrist and I slid to the floor. Kneeling up I lay my head on Her lap and sobbed and sobbed. I was well beyond rational thought, overwhelmed by the intensity of the emotions that had washed through me, and were still washing through me. She, of course, understood and let me be, simply stroking my hair until the storms subsided..