Terri had always been a favorite of mine, I always thought she was hot and when she hugged me I would get lost in those huge titties. We talked as we...rested and she started asking if I had a girlfriend. I said no, and she said that was a pitty from what she had seen. I knew exactly what she was talking about because she had become a masturbatory favorite of mine where instead of walking out of the bathroom that day she closed the door behind her and we did everything my perverted little mind. “Never mind all men are the same, besides I don’t mind a little attention,” she said with a wink.We both broke into a laugh.Over the next few days we spent more time together and she treated me more like a friend rather than a son. We both seemed to enjoy each other’s company that we had missed over the years. She would teach me some of her favourite recipes and I would help her cook. There was much more physical contact like touching and hugging between us which I enjoyed. Not sure if I was. Well. Err," I stammered, "You see, Molly, sometimes I like to wear those." I scanned her face trying to gauge any sort of reaction. My mind raced to thoughts of her throwing the box in my face, breaking up with me, and storming out of my life. The seconds seemed like hours. Then, the strangest thing happened. She gave me the most knowing, sly smile. "I knew it!" she exclaimed, "That very first time we met when you rang up my panties and were shaking so bad, I knew that there was more than just. I was fumbling at the carabineer with oily fingers when Jessica knelt on the floor right behind me. She reached her left hand around and began lightly stroking my oiled cock.?There we go. Isn’t this more fun when two can play??I was moaning now, my eyes closed, and I forgot all about trying to free myself. My hot neighbor was giving me a hand job while I was in bondage!After only a few more light strokes though, her hand left my aching member and I heard a click. Opening my eyes, I looked.