She moaned softly. “Are you masturbating?” Jessica asked not looking away either. No one seemed to do anything but watch, awestruck at the sheer d...splay set before them. She used her juices to lube her clit as she began to slide her fingers around it, over it and inside herself. “Mmm-hmm,” she said through pursed lips. “Out here?!” Jessica finally looked around but also saw everyone entranced by the performance. Victoria opened her legs wider and really got into it. She knew it wouldn’t take. Her voice got hard as she said these words, and his eyes teared up. She reached over and turned his face up to look at her. She put her hands on each side of his face, leaned down and licked a tear off his cheek.. "You see, I'm turned on when you cry."Still holding his face, she continued, "That's the change that's happened. And I don't think either you or I can un-ring that bell." You know I spent some time on your computer this afternoon. I read through a bunch of your favorite sites, and I. The boom pole had a big sack tied on the opposite end from the seat to balance a load, and I could tell it was filled with sand. I had no idea how they controlled the boom pole when Mr. Merle was in the seat.As I looked at it, I remembered seeing men loading a flatcar using a winch with a long rope that wound up on the spool when the two-man hand crank was turned. They had another hand crank that turned the gears which swung the boom pole out over the flat car and back again, loading bundles of. “You hate me.”He rolls his eyes, “I don’t hate you.”I falter. “Wh- What?” Ever since high school, I’ve just assumed Will hated me. Our first interaction wasn’t exactly friendly and we’ve been arguing ever since. The only reason we still hang around each other is because we have too many mutual friends.“I mean we fight, sure,” he shrugs, “But I never hated you.”“Y-you didn’t?” Somehow it never occurred to me that Will’s supposed animosity towards me could just be, you know, how he is.“Shit,” he.