"Suze's breathlessness suggested that she too was busy at their palatial home eagerly pleasuring herself.Eve extinguished heavily from her lips. "Oh y...es Suze, I need that cock sooooooo bad."My ears pricked. There was a God after all. Eve, it seemed, liked cock as much as the next woman. I smiled lustfully: she was a naughty little bisexual beauty. That made me want her all the more. As if. But if I couldn't have her, at least I should be able to watch what she was doing.Unable to contain myself. .” I think he was still asleep when I sent him a THIRD message a few hours later: “Good morning, my sweet. Hope you had a better night's sleep than I did! I never did get back to bed after my sweet dreams of you were interrupted by the fiasco with the fire alarm system. I'm at the airport now, waiting to board my flight at 9:30 a.m. I have to change planes. It’s not a direct flight back to you, to your loving arms. “I’ll check email during the layover. I have an event to go to this evening,. The next time I left the drapes open, I got down to just my panties and spent a good half hour walking around, stretching and bending in front of the window. Letting whoever was watching to get off on my bare breasts.And every time, after closing the drapes, I laid on the bed and had self-inflicted extreme orgasms. It got to the point where I fantasized that my watcher came over and used his tongue, instead of my fingers, to get me off.Then it got a bit extreme. I’d stripped down to nothing,. I formed my concept of sex from watching Internet porn. To me it was a race to the finish line ... the money shot. I didn’t have the patience to watch a video more than ten minutes long. I transferred this notion to my performance. OM showed me that the best sex is when it’s an affirmation of love. The intimacy, the connection -- that’s what’s important. The actual coupling ... not so much.” He continued nuzzling her neck and shoulder.“That’s what I felt earlier -- the intimacy.”“One thing,” he.