This was fucking weird and I felt as dirty as a woman could, as I stretched out in my chair and run my hands down my breasts and tummy, my hand curvin... into my crotch, and I began masturbating on the wooden chair.In less than a minute I had gone from a relaxing cup of cappuccino, to looking at a delivery guy standing on a porch next door, daring him mentally to look to his left and see me frigging my cunt, 'Please look, Please look', I dared, as both my legs were raised and settled on the table. I felt Rob’s hand touching mine. I let him pull my hand towards him. I sensed his thigh beneath my palm and I gave it a little squeeze. He let go of my hand, but I kept it there. “We’re almost there,” he said. “You see those beach houses? Mine’s the one with the slate blue roofing.” A few minutes later, I was standing on the front porch listening to the breaking waves of the sea. Rob was fetching me another strawberry popsicle. He came back with that big smile on his face and handed me the. More

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