I turned aside and tried my best to position the silhouette so that it could be best seen on the wall. Slowly, I started to stroke my cock with long m...vements. On the wall, it was blatant. All silent downstairs. She was watching me, I was sure.A short cough. A whisper. She was there. Just below. And as strange as it may look, I left quickly and closed the bedroom door behind me. I was totally upside down, with conflicting thoughts and ideas. I wanted her, obviously and, at the same time, I was. Once in the car we all introduced ourselves a little more formally. Nadine’s friend was named James and he was a really nice looking black guy who was probably in his mid to late 20’s. My date Robert, was about the same age, athletically built and had a smile which could light up a Christmas tree. I was very very attracted to him. The car was virtually a small limousine with two seats facing each other and Nadine immediately cuddled up to James, kissing him a few times and almost seemed. “Honey, you know that’s completely normal, right?” My eyes about popped out of my skull, like a cartoon character. “Yeah mom, but this is a little embarrassing!” I blurted out. She laughed and said, “Don’t be silly. You’re a guy! It just happens.” There was a brief silence and then she asked, “Would it be more comfortable if it wasn’t pinned between us?”I thought about that for a second and had no idea what she had in mind so I said, “Maybe.” She moved up in the bag, slightly, and, as best as. .."The talk went on for some time, about various other subject related to the history of the orders, but it was the raw history of the orders that interested Larisa the most. And yet, there was something disturbing about it all. Something about the story didn't, just didn't, feel right. By looking at the faces of the others, she could tell no one else felt the same way. At least not outwardly. But it disturbed her. She just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.History being the.