So fantasizing was my only option. I started thinking again how she looked, and why she was with Dave. Well, up until she turned to face me. I said nothing, just stood there, staring, my mouth hanging open. “Hey, Belle. Mesmerized, I stood there, not even recognizing that she was looking back at me from between her legs. I quickly glanced down, as her movement displayed her chest even more prominently. I moved one hand up to cover her breast, my thumb rubbing across her nipple as I caressed it. Considering what she looks like, I can’t believe it’s a lack of interest, but an inability to perform. She slowly relaxes, releasing the pressure on my head. As I drove over to Belle’s, my mind wandered. I moved one hand up to cover her breast, my thumb rubbing across her nipple as I caressed it. But I needed the extra time to relax and settle my hormones.
