All day long.I've always been very careful not to get caught. Very discrete, almost to the point of paranoia. I would just die of embarrassment if any... one ever found out. Debbie found out. She caught me dead to rights. And then she set out to make my life miserable. Which she did. For two weeks. Then she got bored. She wants more. She wants me at her house. Tonight. If only I hadn't gotten caught. If only I wasn't addicted to tights. If only, if only, if only. I finally came across a house that. Fourth, you take direction well.” “Take direction?” I asked. “Really? I’m so out of here.” I started to get up, but he grabbed my wrist that I was using to brace my weight on in order to get up off of the couch, and said, “Please don’t take offense. I meant that in the nicest way. You won’t have to get far into the book to know what I mean.” I settled back down into the sofa. Now I really wanted to know what I had gotten myself into. “Well, since I haven’t read the book, tell me what you mean,”. I bent over the couch back, behind Erin and she bent her head back to look up at me. Her eyes opened wide as she realized it was me, and she started to say, "oh, Mister Dane, I..."And I cut her off by twining the fingers of my left hand into her hair – much as I had just done to my daughter. I held her in place and bent lower over her face. I placed my right hand on her right shoulder and softly started drawing circles there. "Erin, how are you doing?" I queried. She started to speak but I. Wes must have realized the darkened atmosphere of the amphitheater effectively camouflaged my movements, because he leaned further into me and I thought I heard a soft moan escape his lips. He continued to rub against me, the pressure beginning to build inside us both.Now I was feeling quite brave and adventurous, and decided to see how much he'd let me get away with. My left hand continued to tease his scrotum, as my right hand stroked his shaft. I had just found the snap of his shorts, when.