" I whispered, taking CJ's hand and wrapping it around his cock. "Show me... how YOU do it." Are you sure?" CJ asked, looking skeptical. "I've never...... done that... with someone watching."I rolled to face CJ, laying my leg across his. "Yes," I replied, quietly. Then I used my hand to prompt CJ's strokes. "I'll even let you cum on me if you want... anywhere you want."CJ took over, letting me watch, wanting me to watch, while he performed his own self-pleasuring. Slow, slight, tentative strokes. The next day at 7, i went there for my first day to study math. Meera was wearing a loose purple t-shirt, a dupatta over her neck and a fitted red pajamas. I looked her for 5 seconds or more then i started my work. As i showed not much interest in her body, so she thought me as a kid. Weeks passed by and now it was a month since i joined the tution. Today meera had to attend her relatives marriage so she was dressed very perfectly, she was wearing a green deep neck kameez with white shalwar. "No." Is he likely to talk?" The man's brains slipped from the back of his shattered skull to fall to the floor with a wet plopping sound. "No," I replied, holstering the forty-five. Saskia Bumfelt was only moments from a body wracking orgasm when she was interrupted by the comlink switching the viewing monitor in her bedroom from the lesbian porn she was watching to the precinct murder room. "For fuck’s sake, Bumfelt," said the Chief of Operations, going red faced."Sound only," snapped Bumfelt. She reached out to touch, stroke and gently thank each of them. As she moved slowly from side to side to reach each of them, she looked over them to the side, just off the mat where her first love, her husband, sat on the couch watching. He was naked, like her, having shared in the events earlier. Now he sat watching, nursing bourbon with ice, and smiling at her. She loved that almost as much as the action. She loved that he loved to see her fully pleasured, carefully watching over her as she.