He had a steady girlfriend back home in the States and he'd determined to remain faithful to her for the year he was away. At first it was no problem....He could just satisfy himself with sexual fantasies of his girlfriend Jane and his hand on those cold wintry nights in his room. But as the months began to pass and he steadily found himself growing hornier and hornier, Phil could also feel the edge of a very insatiable sexual hunger starting to develop in his groin as well.One Friday evening,. The knight cheered loudly in my head, knowing he’d won the internal battle. I would no longer be able to walk away from her, away from this situation, and go back to my normal life – such as it was. I was hers to do with as she wished; to love and cherish, to ignore and leave, or to betray and ruin – it was all in her hands.There was a series of giggles and laughter, a hiss of disgust, a snort of acknowledgement, and I realised the passing parade were very aware of our actions, and felt. Looking over I saw her eyes get big and heard a little gasp as it vibrated to life. She immediatly started to squirm in her seat as the little cock started to vibrate in her and her clit started vibrating too. Five minutes into the 10 minute drive she was gripping the handrests for dear life and screaming through her first orgasm of the day. When she had come down form her sexual high I hit the button turning it off. Looking over at me she could see the gleam in my eyes and knew shhe would be. My hand became a limp sleeping loser. I didn’t wash it for a week. One full moon night I decided to sneak into her room. She had the window oiled and unlocked. I approached via a devious path that took me through two properties, over a tree across a creek, through a field dodging horse shit, past the barn and supporting sheds. No one saw me. No dogs warmed up a howl to greet me. I was standing at the edge of the house. I heard some heavy breathing that wasn’t mine, coming from the watermelon.