It was not a Christmas present, more a way of showing that was a grownup now. Dad always bought mum flowers on Christmas day. I was sixteen and though... the chocolate was a very good idea."I have a present for you," I said. "Just wait here."I went out, found the box in my bag and put it under the tree. Lisa just sat there. She looked a little sad, almost as if she was going to cry."I don't have anything for you," she finally said."It's okay. I should have announced that I was coming around for. As I was kneeling there stroking my cock I felt a hand run up my butt up under my t-shirt across my back. I turned to look over my shoulder to see who was petting me. A younger guy maybe mid 20’s I’ll call Jose, he leaned over my shoulder to watch the action with me, and whispered in my ear “I like your ass”. As I was stroking my cock, Jose started to run his hand down my back and into my jeans. He was caressing my ass, and ever so slightly touching my brown eye. I was really working my swollen. My breasts are rather full and the tight buttoned blouse accentuates this. That’s why I like to wear it. He continues with his visual caress moving on to my waist, small, and my hips, rounder, pausing at the open edge of my skirt, my legs and boot top. I hear him inhale and I feel the desire to spin, so he can adjust his gaze to my ass. I know how good it looks in this skirt. I connect to his gaze, drawing him into my eyes and smile. It is a slow, sweet smile at first. Reaching its zenith. This story come to when I got home from a deployment, when I left to go overseas her and I talked about should the sexual urge happen I don’t mind if she jumps on it. For me I got no problem with her playing around. Sometimes thought I did not know how much she played around. For the first few months all was well until the ninth month. She sent me a letter and once I got the ability I was able to talk to her where she asked if she can sleep with this one guy named Mark. For me at the time I was.