You moved around so much that the blanket has fallen away, you seem to be sweating a bit so maybe you were to warm. I watch a little while longer and ... notice your hand starting to make its way between your legs. You slowly spread your thighs apart while you start to rub your magic spot. I watch with delight as you start to slide a finger inside. You work it in and out slowly at first, then faster. Your breathing picks up to match the speed that you are working yourself. I get up and walk. He just got bit confident and made sure that rub should make me horny. Oh man, his touch could make any guy become a gay. It was so sweet. I couldn’t control and I was thinking of my partners at my college.Yes, you read that right partner. This man’s touch made me feel them. He was still rubbing my thighs and he would get down in 20 to 30 minutes from there. I was a bit worried that he would not reach my cock.I felt that he could touch my cock at any time. But nothing was happening. Now I felt. That Friday, he was so ready for it to happen, he kept pacing all day, running through it in his mind, to make sure there was no way for his plan to go wrong. At precisely 4:55, he got in his truck, and drove to the park where he would wait for her. On a Friday, in the middle of winter, the park was deserted, and he had nothing, or no one to worry about. He drove into the parking lot, and waited. At 5:10, he could see her coming through the clearing, and he was watching her intently, as he. I said nothing to my father about my discovery and returned to my apartment at the hospital the following day. Don’t get me wrong. Yes, I was confused and more than a little freaked, but I did seek advice. I was in the correct career to be able to tap into research, co-workers, and friends to find answers.Posing the question as a hypothetical, or a possible hospital related inquiry, I asked various friends and co-workers about an unidentified client’s dilemma, i.e., a grown daughter discovers.