We chatted for a bit, the sexual tension building as we talked. Xnxx sex She had described a full sized bed with a short bookcase headboard, and lots of pillows. Her breathing and occasional soft moan told me the pleasure she was receiving. At one point, I asked her in an exchange if she was aroused by my stories, and if so, which ones. “Oh, God, y…yes…” she answered. “Good…I’ve wanted to pleasure you like that for a long time. So, she gave me her phone number, and one evening, I called. I finally got up the nerve to ask her if she had masturbated to any of the stories, and there was a delay before I got a response. Finally, a very quiet “Yes” was her answer. I heard an occasional “Unnnhh…unnnhh” from her; she was beginning to reach for it. I kept softly encouraging her in her ear. She had a lovely, melodic voice. “Ok, put your fingertip in to the middle knuckle…no deeper. I asked if she might be willing to send me some very private photos to prove it; ones that would be shared with no one else, and she said she would think about it.
