‘Even if he does,’ she thought, ‘would it be so bad?’ She answered by kissing his lips open and searching for his tongue. The phone rang again..., waking him. ‘It’s that detective, on the phone, Greg. He wants to knowif it’s all right to come over, now. I guess he called earlier.’ She giggle, thinking of the phone ringing while Greg was ringing HER bells. ‘Well, what do you want to do?’ she asked. ‘Might as well get it over with… Tell him to come over. Thanks.’ ‘Sorry to do this to you,’ Kleis. They had a button to close the fly, but it wasn’t hooked. I had my finger inside rubbing my hard on when she moved her had down and brushed my had aside and touched the cloth of the fly and my cock stood straight up. She put her hand around it and I didn’t know what was going to happen. She pumped my cock just a little and stood up and said “come with me”. I didn’t know what was going to happen and got up and followed her into her bedroom trying to get my bulging cock back in the pajamas. . And I trust you." Oh, Bridget!" It was my turn to feel like I was gonna get teary. "Oh, Honey, thank you! And I really, really do feel that way about you. Thank you!" No, thank you, Lauren. And you know what else? I really, really care about you too."Damn! What more could I ask for?We met again the week after that, which I think was last week at the time I'm writing this. We decided to walk around a local art museum on a Sunday afternoon. It was the most leisurely, relaxing time I can remember. My breathing increased and I could feel my face turn even redder, both from embarrassment and excitement. I started stroking him harder and faster as he unzipped my sweatshirt and began fondling my chest in earnest. At that point, I knew I had no control of the situation. I couldn't exactly say no after voluntarily stopping and watching him masturbate; not to mention offering him a hand job.Neither one of us spoke as the scene unfolded. I did have a moment of panic as I allowed myself to.