But they always look back. Always. He licks his lips. I lower my speed to match his. He’s doing his best to keep his eyes on the road, but I can te...ll he doesn’t want to miss a stroke. I make sure he’s watching as I slide my middle finger along my slit and deep into my sweet hole. I use my first and third fingers to gently squeeze my lips together using just enough pressure to make my clit throb. I keep moving in time with the vibrations of the road and the beat of the music. I glance up and. My brother - Duncan - and I inherited the house, and not much else.I study health sciences online, I read, I make damned good coffee, I like to paint ... oh, yeah - I’m a lesbian. I came out when I was sixteen, and everyone was super cool with it. My parents were really great about it - they were just pretty great generally, in fact. I miss them every day.I work at a clothing shop - nothing fancy, but it pays the bills. When I graduate, I’m thinking of becoming a dietician - I haven’t really. Not my ‘real life’ emails; they came to my phone and iPad. No, I wanted to check the new email account I had set up specifically for correspondence under the new online persona I had created for my writing.There were two new messages, both feedback from one of the sites I had chosen to publish my stories. As usual I opened them anxiously, fearing another Troll attack but to my relief this time they were both positive – very positive in fact.One was anonymous, the author praising the story and. I gripped her hard and held her tight. I lifted her in the air on my cock, thrusting, grinding into and felt her damp, warm crotch envelop me. I did not mean to cum, but suddenly I was squirting and jerking into my shorts as I played with Susan’s juicy butt. I know it was wrong, really I do but…well shit, she does not even know it happened, and we did have our clothes on so it really does not count. It was more than just masturbation that cheapens it. When I look back, it had been a long time.