She shut the door behind him and felt a sense of panic rise in her. What was she supposed to do now? The man doesn’t call, doesn’t text – which... she hates anyway – and then just expects that he can bring her soup and everything is okay? What is wrong with him? What’s wrong with me, she thought as quickly tried to assess how the night had gone from hanging out with her brother to Gabriel standing in her foyer. ‘You didn’t answer my question,’ she said hands on hips. ‘I wanted to see you,’. I was confused so wanted to get myself confirmed and so touched her again… I was shocked to see her wet… Seeing her wetness I asked her why she was wetShe told me to shut up and continue… I asked her continue what??? She replied massage i again continued with her massage and repeatedly touched her vagina and it was getting more and more wet.. So i told her I’m gonna take off my trousers because u r too wet and I Dont want to stain my trouser Shesaid OK I got upAnd removed my pant and sat down. In themeantime, he began to sort through some work that he had brought home.Nothing that was really important, but stuff he needed to at least gothrough. When he first started hearing noises from downstairs he figuredit was just the television like he had thought. However, as the soundsgot louder, he could not be sure, but he thought they sounded likemoans. A little concerned, he moved quietly downstairs until he couldsee into the living room. The sight that greeted him was surprising tosay the. I had no intention of getting a blowjob from a guy or even of letting him jack me off. But I didn't mind him rubbing my cock. I knew he could feel my meat throbbing, could feel it stiffen. The attention, even from another guy, fed that bit of exhibitionist in me."Take it out," a hoarse whisper pleaded. "Your cock feels really nice man, take it out. I wanna see it." Not now," was all I could muster."C'mon man, you're hard as a rock. Le'me suck it." His pleadings were accompanied by fervent.