During the next half-hour, I was ‘like a cat on hot coals’; I couldn’t sit still, re-positioning myself, continuously, making sure that he didn’t miss an inch of my specially trimmed pussy. Opening my legs, slightly, then closing them, pulling my knees up to my chin, short flashes then long, lingering moments. My fanny was soaking. I started to worry that I might mark the chair! He never took his eyes from between my legs. He, too, had to keep adjusting himself, as his cock must have been straining to get out of his pants.

“I’m going to bed!” Scott suddenly blurted out, and ran out of the room, nearly...