" I pulled out of the parking structure and onto the freeway. We chatted for a while, just about nothing really. She asked me about my baseball team, ... asked her about sailing. Eventually the topic shifted to my sex life while she was gone. "None." I replied. "I've had like 15 wet dreams about you though." "Tell me about them." As I told her about some of the dreams I noticed she was shifting around uncomfortably and seemed to be trying to rub her pussy against the seat. I also noticed she. Not that I wasn’t completely at fault in that department because my case of early morning hard wood was getting worse the older I got instead of the other way around.I was reminded of the many stories I had heard from my famous one-night stands about their boyfriends and husbands that couldn’t get it up anymore leaving them to become female sinners searching for Mister Goodbar.We were all squared away and shipshape before either the guard or my defense team showed up to start the morning’s. Just this morning she hadn’t even seen a real cock before, except of course in the porn she sometimes watched on her laptop, but now… now she had a thick, hard cock in the palm of her hand, growing deliciously longer with every firm stroke. How much bigger could it possibly get? She could feel her body responding with a sudden gush of sweet cream from her virgin pussy.There was something perversely exciting about Michael’s very own daughter helping her jerk him off. Their combined hands fit. Some guys might tolerate a steady girlfriend working as a pro skirt, but I wasn't one of them. And THAT was the rub. I didn't want to force her into a decision she would regret.Finally, I decided to attack the problem like any other. I powered up my laptop and created a document:Steffi: Talking pointso Lovely, sweet girlo We travel in different circleso Circles intersected but now on different pathso Fun while it lastedo Keep on good termso Remain friendso Stay in touchoI saved the document and.