A Clear Conscience III
For the next few weeks, me and Lanie did about the same thing almost every other night. I would finger her, she would jack me off, and then we would make-out for a while. Life was going pretty good for me, and I was sure Lanie was just as happy as I was. But, in mid June Lanie said she was going to visit her grandparents in Denver, and wasn’t going to come back to Albuquerque for two weeks. At first, everything was fine, she would send me a few pictures of herself topless, and I would happily pleasure myself to her generous gift. But even with pictures of Lanie, my regular masturbation habit was just not enough for me. I wanted the real thing, I wanted a girl I could feel, not just gawk …