I took her on my lap with her both legs on my either side. I removed her pallu & started kissing her neck, she was moaning aaaaaaahhhhhh…Ooooohhhhhh...…… I said her to slow down as her moaning could awake other peoples around us. She smiled & dig herself on my chest. & started removing the buttons of my shirt. I was not wearing anything inside my shirt. She then started kissing my chest & also on my neck areas.Meanwhile, I was busy pressing her boobs above her blouse. I felt she was not wearing. Her body jumped and it scared me. I layed still for a minute then decided to touch her again. Slow methodical strokes against her soft panties and she was getting so wet. Her breathing had increased quite a bit now. Was she enjoying this? Was she having a good dream? I needed to feel what her pussy actually felt like. I slid her silky panties to the side letting my fingers have access and I could finally feel the soft hairs that surrounded the roughly 3 inch slit from front to back. I could. "Open your legs." She commands softlyI open them and start to stroke my soft small cock, I'm nervous and am struggling to get an erection."Arrrr, do you have stage fright little one" and she wiggles her pinky finger at me in the universal small penis gesture and smiles a lovely wide smile, "Play the video again and think of sultry Sandra and your desire for her." I reach over, press play and continue pulling on my dick. The video and thought of Sandra definitely help my cause, but strangely the. .... I wanna call it despair? I mean it'a not that bad, but i can't really think of anything else to call it so let's just call it despair. That creeping feeling of despair come over me again.I have been doing this for years now, get home, eat some shitty dinner, watch some shitty shows, go to sleep, wake up and jerk off, eat a shitty breakfeast, repeat. And then soon enough i would get a apartment, met a slightly above average girl, marry her, pump out two to three brats, buy a house, and then.