I turn around and find an empty chair sitting across from you. I slowly open my legs revealing my pussy to you. I slid my hand from my neck down over ...y nipple. Stopping there to rub and pinch it for a few seconds. I then move down lower. Across my belly. Lower and lower. Until I reach my pussy. I slowly slid my middle finger between my pussy lips dipping into my warm wet hole. I pull my finger out and before I slid it back in you can see my juices glistening on my finger. I take my finger out. You're a women being fucked by a hard cock. You have a right to scream."And scream she did. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming" she blurted out between gasps of breath. Her body started shaking again. I slid my cock all the way in and held it there while her body rattled through its orgasm. Gasping for breath, she looked up at me. I said nothing. There was nothing I wanted to say. I just slid my cock out of her pussy. She looked a little surpised as I reached over with my right hand and rolled her over onto. I did. But when I was naked I just stood up straight in front of her. I didn’t see her take pictures.” This is turning into the longest conversation I’ve had with Petra. She looks across to her bed, a little hopeful. I see her brow furrow when she sees there’s nothing. She starts to walk away to her side of the room, lost in thought but. She looks a little perplexed. I watch her as she goes to the window, her wet hair straggled out across her neck, shiny shoulders on either side. So, am I. So one weighs a fleeting joy with a chronic indisposition.If in a properly logical state—say waist deep in the Arctic ocean—the path forward was clear. Burn gift. Shred note. Perhaps change email and telephone number.Wait. Let’s assay that benefit column again. Fleeting carnal pleasure, but carnality is comprised of the virtues of the purveyor. We need to dissect that particular benefit and see what it’s made of. So said girl had mesmerizing dark-brown eyes that were frugal with blinks, always.