.I'm here." "I hope it's ok to call you?" "It's ok." "Talk to me, Julie." "I..I'm sorry. I just....I was surprised by your call." "Well what do you th...nk? Of my voice - you said you wanted to hear my voice." "It's nice." "Well you sound fucking hot!" I said. Another silence. Julie's voice grew quiet on the phone. Julie and I had been chatting and cybering through the Internet for some time. And over that time, our conversations had grown more and more intimate. I knew that she lived alone in. Every evening she goes for a walk and I used to stand near my house she used to smile at me and sometimes she used to talk to me for few minutes. While talking to her I always used to stare her boobs and wished to suck them and I used to masturbate thinking about her. Once she was coming from somewhere and even I was in bus stop. She had many bags in her hand, I went and helped her took some bags and waiting for bus.Bus came in few minutes but it was very crowed somehow we climbed and went. " She started laughing then."Why would you think that?" she asked."Cuz, I ain't gettin on no plane, Hannibal," I said, making my voice sound deeper and rougher."Well, he'll be back in less than three weeks, Honey," she said. "And a few days after he gets back, he can tell you all about it. He can tell you about the museums, and the art, and the clothes, and just how it felt to be in Europe. You know I've always wondered if Europe was kind of like the US. You know how every state has its own. She opened her legs wider and pulled up her dress the further up I went, as I touched her pussy, she began to moan, I rubbed it over her panties, feeling them getting wetter, but trying to concentrate on he road.She pulled her panties to one side, I slid my finger into her wet pussy and she let out another moan, then she reached down , lifted herself up and pulled her panties off, she then returned her feet to the dashboard, pulled her dress up to her waist and opened her legs, she was now on.