Au/-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------We were curled...up on the couch, just relaxing watching TV. Nothing exciting to mention. I was bored though. I was just running my hand up his leg, touching my fingertips against him. Massaging gently. He was sitting next to me. I touched my fingertips into his jeans, the seam in the denim rough. I intentionally caught my fingernails in the seam, just to make. He had gotten in to the back seat while I was changing, and like earlier, his pants were down around his ankles, and he was stroking his cock. I slid in beside him, my skirt riding up revealing that I hadn’t worn panties. Neither of us spoke, he just kept slowly stroking his cock, and my fingers went to my dripping wet pussy, and we just sat there, masturbating together, we both knew we would fuck, but we were caught up in the moment both enjoying this totally erotic closeness.Then he shifted. Close but not touching. You squirm trying to push your pussy towards the hand, itching to be touched. Finally the hand brushes you, a finger ventures in and touches the little man… but only for a moment then away. It’s found out what it wanted to know. You’re wet. Really really wet. The hand moves away back up your body again lingering on your breasts slipping them out to hang free before moving back to your hair. It then pulls away and there’s a moment of stillness. You feel a gentle press on. “Rapidly falling under Tucson’s sway. The Democratic Republic of Sonora and Aztlan, they call it. A heavy mix of Marxism and syndicalism there. Lots of state-run industries, especially the utilities and public transit. Light rail is heavily used in each of the towns, at least in its most bustling commercial districts. Most agriculture is collectivized, with corporate agribusinesses seized and turned over to the farmer-peasants of the area. Irrigation keeps the land fertile and arable.“The.