I could feel the side of her body pressed against mine. Her soft hand rubbed up and down my thigh as she bent herself slightly to give me a better vie... down her shirt.My eyes were glued to her cleavage.?Enjoying the view??I didn’t answer; I don’t think I even heard her.Her fingers dragged themselves up my jeans and traced the outline of the tent I was forming in my pants. I saw her smile to herself as she felt how hard I was. Her hand kneaded and massaged the lump in my pants. It felt freaking. He enjoyed their sharing of a sense of humour, watching re runs of ‘I love Lucy’ and old nineteen fifties film noir movies in black and white that they both loved, hiring DVD’s of old Robert Mitchum , Alan Ladd and Bogart movies and sitting eating Chinese or pizza curled up on the couch, quoting lines together as the actors strutted their way through the mayhem in the movie. For four months all seemed to be going well, and then slowly she started to change. * ‘I hated sharing with those girls. Ok its a date.I showed up at Michelle house, told the wife I was going jogging by the lake, she hated to jog, so off I went. I called Michelle and she said she was out in the backyard to come around the back gate. there she was, so sexy, cute, hot, her long hair flowing and my dick got hard. Michelle had a summer dress on, I walked over to her and embrassed her and we gave each other a deep long kiss and then we held each other as my hand went up her skirt to her ass, no panties and ran a. Shaking a little, she plugged in her headphones. Maybe this is a bad idea.You’re going to do great! Do you see me in there?Are you RobMaster99?Yes!What do I do?You just start a new game… and just talk about what you’re doing.Okay, she wrote. She took a deep breath, and clicked “START.”Her TV screen popped up on her computer monitor, alongside a small window where she could see her own face. She was lit up by the TV, and she had to position herself so that her eyes could be seen behind her.