With the panties pulled aside, and her fingers disappearing, it was incredibly difficult to refrain from self-stimulation. Alas, I remembered my promi...e to Bonnie - do nothing unless asked.Bonnie finally told me what I was doing - in her mind. She asked me to do the same. Essentially, we were reliving our hotel experience. As I began to stroke my dick, she paused her auto-erotic activity long enough to encourage me in my action. After a moment, she stood up - removed her skirt - and panties -. To cap it all off, when I'd left her after taking her back to her hotel room to pick up the Tosca score, she'd kissed me good night! OK, so it wasn't much of a kiss, just a friendly peck, but it was on the lips and who knew where it might lead?I was still euphoric as I walked in the door and found the cat, as I had two nights before, still sprawled out on the couch where I'd left him. Kitty seemed pretty lackadaisical about my belated return—it was pushing 2:00 a.m.—and I couldn't get him to. “Be mad at me, Nick, but not at Harley. Don’t be mad at Harley.” His grip got a little tighter and I flinched at what that meant. “Nick, I wish this never happened. We agreed to never keep secrets and to be fully honest. I wish this could just be forgotten, but … you must think I am disgusting.”He released his left hand and he used it to force my chin up until we were finally looking at each other. “There is no way I can forget that this happened. It happened, there’s no taking that away.”“Oh,. His eyes looked further still directly at her tits, which he noticed were so big looked as if they were straining the fabric of her silly little bikini top. Her flat stomach was moving rhythmically up and down as she tried to control her breathing, still shaken as to what he was doing in her house.Her little denim shorts hid what was underneath, but James could guess — and he was really starting to like what he saw.“Your quite a nice piece of meat yourself, aren’t you?” he said, walking closer.