..this made for a very difficult evening for me as I could not stop looking at her to see when she was going to cross or uncross her legs and flash he... hairy beaver at me.She continued playing this little game with me for a whole week. On the saturday morning my Mom and Step father said they were going into town to do some shopping and asked whteher we wanted to accopnay them? I said no thank you and turned away from them and returned to my room.After a while I heard the car start up and leave. Thousands of sites popped up on my screen. I wasn’t the only one all right, there were many people out there just as sick and twisted. Among the pages of places where I could learn more about this obsession was an adult chat site called Chatropolis, and this particular heading was for one of the many rooms there called Public Sex. I took my mouse and hovered the heading. ‘A place for voyeurs to come in and sit down and watch others’. I stumbled down a few more ‘self help’ headings but my mouse. I was counting downthe days to the promised release date, and I just knew that I was goingto have the biggest orgasm ever.As lovers do, we would frequently hug each other, or hold hands, orsteal a quick kiss, or caress each other. For me, such things were anaffirmation of her love for me, and I was very happy. One day, as wehugged, she tousled my hair, as sometimes she did, but then leaned backand looked at me critically.I asked, "What's wrong?" You're getting shaggy," she answered, "We. It was an incredibly erotic kiss, slow, and enticingly delicate. Her breasts grazed my slick chest, and my erection pulsed against her warm belly. Without breaking the contact between our mouths, she reached for my cock with both hands, and began milking me with soft strokes of her oiled hands. I couldn't help but moan at the intensity of the situation as I enjoyed such an intimate moment. She reached further down with one hand, and caressed my balls as she continued stroking me with the other..