With each drag of the sheets, I was close to cumming. Fortunately, the massage had ended, as I might have cum. I'm sometimes vocal when I orgasm, an... I wasn't quite ready with my plan. When I got home that night, I was extremely turned on, the massage was 90% of it, the other 10% was me alternating pinching my nipples and rubbing my clit under my dress as I drove home. I couldn't wait any longer. I went inside, stripping my clothes off as I made my way to the bathroom to masturbate in the. You really do make a statement. I love that top, but I cannot wear lavender. I'll have Jerome bring you by later, so we can sit and talk. Enjoy the party." With that, she turned to her next guest, while a dozen heads turned toward me.I have never been able to hide. Even as a child, playing hide and seek, I was the one everyone found. Part of it was clumsiness. Part of it was being bigger than everyone else. While it occurred to me that a low profile might be helpful, I made no attempt to escape. Once they’ve seen all our scars and smelled all our bullshit.’ I considered the ways in which Miranda had adapted to my ‘condition.’ The way she was sensitive to the things that bothered me and the way she seemed to be a student of my behavior. ‘But another good sign,’ Andrew continued thoughtfully, ‘is when you find yourself really, really mad at her — like storming out of the house kind of mad, like ‘this chick has serious issues’ kind of mad. And once you get far enough away, you realize. “Is that all you think about, Dammit!!!” I scream.Startled by my response you shrink back in the seat as far from me as you can get.I tear through the dark countryside, tires squealing in the curves. Suddenly, I veer off the road down a little dirt trail next to the river. I screech to a halt under the bridge and jump out. I round the hood and jerk your door open and drag you out of the car.I push you on the warm hood of my car as you cry out. “Shut up!” I yell and slap you across the face..