I felt my trick is working. But now I understood why she has been keeping back from stroking me harder and faster earlier. Because the feeling I am ge...ting now is unmatchable. I had never experienced such a build up ever in my masturbation. She has been saving the best for the last. And she built it up slowly and steadily. I could feel the cum building up in me. I too stroked her pussy feverishly and I could feel her pussy walls expanding and contracting.And then it happened. No, it is not what. So I headed for my favourite haunt for some more deep thought. The lake is quite a fine lake, about 10 miles around the edges. There were places to swim, and for sailing, as well as fishing. I found the lap lap of the small waves very settling. I had a place behind a stone wall where I could sit out of view, alone to my thoughts. I still had no definite plan other than to avoid my Mom until Dad got home tomorrow evening. I decided not to go home until late, and made up my mind to keep away from. ”Pam chuckled as she brushed her long blonde hair back over her bare shoulders.It was an awkward moment, but the awkwardness quickly went away when Pam pulled to the side of the road and shut off the engine. She turned and looked at me.“Kiss me,” she instructed. “Let’s see how good a kisser you are.”I puckered up my lips and awkwardly leaned in towards the center divider of the SUV that separated us. Pam placed her hands on the sides of my face and gently pressed her lips to mine. Suddenly, her. I’d carried those feelings that had weighed so heavily on me that for every step I took, I sunk deeper into the ocean, deeper into the water. For the longest time, the light wolf inside of me had been ignored, starved, forgotten—just like me.When I began to feed it instead, that’s when things changed. The good feelings began to surface: happiness, tranquility, positivity, love. It was Wes, actually, that had taught me how to feed the light wolf. He was gentle yet pushy, barging into my life in.