My fingers are a blur now as I lose all control, not giving a fuck who sees me anymore. My mind is utterly void of any sort of decency or dignity. I o...nly have one thing on my mind, and that's to show the stranger in front of my slutty little cunt as it explodes with juices in front of him. Come on, I can feel it. I'm almost there.I watched as the stud reached under his belly, his hand seeking out his cock. Propping himself up a little on his knees, I watched as his arms start to move in time. He propped his head on his hand and watched her, half-smiling at him while her cheeks flushed. Blushing was something she’d never quite gotten over despite being very sexually precocious. ‘And you’re just going to watch me read?’ she asked. ‘For now,’ he said, and grinned at her. The desire to touch her grew as he watched her eyes flit over the pages, getting lost again in the erotic scene set by the author. His eyes trailed down over her back to the hem of the camisole, and the strip of pale. And I knew Liz would be an excellent hostess. But sleep wasn’t happening and I simply fidgeted about and could hear the guests as they were leaving. They were laughing or chatting all too loudly for my liking but it finally went quiet and I expected Liz to come to bed. But instead I heard someone in the bathroom, having a pee into the toilet and I knew it was a man. I thought briefly of who might be in the house still but was too tired and glad that house was now quiet. I heard the toilet. I knew at approximately which time she would come to check up on me, as she always did. This would be the perfect time to act. On August 3rd at 10:00pm, I started to masturbate on my bed and moan (just loud enough so she could hear). I heard the door creak open and saw her gasp. I pretended to ignore her and kept masturbating. She didn't leave. She just kept her gaze on my PENIS, stroke after stroke, she was in a trance. I eventually orgasmed, as I found my current situation so exciting. My.