Finally her sobs quieted and she was resting peacefully on him, her body now completely relaxed. He could tell by her breathing she was asleep. He pic...ked her up gently and took her into another room, and then another until he found her bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and she began to stir slightly. He quickly laid down beside her and pulled her close to him and cuddled her close. Slowly his hands began to take on a life of their own, caressing her shoulders, her back, her arm. She never. As in need of relief as they were now. I pulled off the freeway as my hand cupped one of my breasts. Going down the ramp I was squeezing it. Coming off it I was pinching the nipple just as you had. Where the hell I was I had no idea, maybe near Greenwich that I didn’t know? I found a quiet place as my hands squeezing and kneading my breasts. I was so excited thinking of her hands and mouth on them just a few hours ago. I killed the motor, turned off the lights and locked the doors. In the. As I was alone, I feel more comfortable wearing such clothes. And, I had not out on panty and bra too. As cream got dissolved in my skin, I removed the hair, cleaned my hands and legs with cold water and was drying with napkin, a door bell rang. I knew my parents couldn’t be there as they had out of station and will only return at late night. Neither I had called any of my friends, nor then who may be these. I opened the door and a young handsome man was standing in formal wear, with tie on. She doesn’t even know that I am watching. Or does she? Is she looking over at me when she turns her head my way? Is it just her enjoying herself and she turns her head during her time of passion? That may be it…but it really seems like she is looking at me. Am I wanting her to be looking at me? Do I want her to know that I am watching her? The excitement of her knowing makes me look out of the window again.Once my eyes focus, I see that she is on her back, plug still in, legs open and.