Her rubbing was becoming more intense. How much did I like sucking? Do I swallow. Do I like the taste of cum? Rubbing faster. Each of my answers was m...king her more aroused. Finally, she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. Her tiny black panties glistened at the crotch where she was clearly very wet and she sat on the sofa across from me, spread her legs and slipped her hand down the front and blatantly began fingering herself. "Keep talking", she told me, and I described in detail the. She promised it was on te up and up. She said she was curious about men and cocks. So I dropped my trunks and grab my lotion and stood there and wanked one out in front of Sophie. I must say I found it to be a turn on for me and must have been for her as she had her hand in her shorts the whole time. About a week later Sophie came to my room and lay on the bed with me. I just had my undies on and she had a sleep shirt. She asked if she could touch my cock and jack me off. I let her do that.. " So they don't know?" Nope," I snickered. "Today will be just you and me ... Unless you already have plans." I, um, nothing that I can't get out of," he stammered."Well, I can think of one thing you can get in to," I purred seductively."And what would that be?" Me."With that, I pulled him to me. Whatever else he had to say was pushed to the back of his mind. I rolled over on my back and he rolled with me.The hunger was back in his touch. My hands tugged at his clothes until his t-shirt and. She had kicked and punched him in a frenzy and dragged her long scarlet nails down his face. Alexandra drove them back to his flat in silence, pausing only to let him puke on the side on the road. During those lonely hours in the blackness bad memories crowded in on her and attendant neuroses multiplied like metastasizing tumour cells and she had a nightmare vision of being thrown bound and gagged into a deep grave and the rotting corpses of her parents piled on top of her. Then light invaded.