This is when my voyeurism side kicked in.They want a show, then get a load of this. I grabbed my manhood and started to pull on it. Soon it rose to th... occasion. Now, I’m not one of those wonder of nature sized guys, but no one has ever labeled me puny either. And I have always been proud of what I have and how I use it for the best pleasure.So I found great delight in masturbating for my newfound peeping Tom.Spitting some saliva in my hand, I started pumping hot and heavy on my cock, whipping. Unfortunately for Veronika, she liked to jog in the afternoon on the secluded rural roads near her grandparents’ house. Carl found out about this by carefully following her for a few days. Next Thursday, would be the day that Carl would act on his plans. It would give him plenty of time to have his fun, eliminate the evidence and make it to the airport for the flight to meet with his friend. There was a lonely stretch of road where few cars passed and even fewer houses were that Veronika. "Well yes." Is it somebody in the station?" Jennifer continued prying."Well, yes he works here," the shy woman confided. "He's so... wow! So nice. So gentle."Les Nesman, the station's incompetent, but lovable, news reporter walks in at this time and overhears the two women's conversation."With long blond hair," Bailey continues, ignoring the presence of the little man. "And such a... a nice tight ass."Les blushes profusely misconstruing the description as being Jennifer and that the two women. Sandra laughed again. Bitch!"That's okay. I'm used to it."What the hell. "You should be. Woman like you. That was the first thing... no... the second thing... I thought of when I saw you at the bar." Oh, so you thought the drunk girl was "easy," did you? Now I'm definitely not sleeping with you." No. That wasn't it. I just thought how pretty you were, and that if you hadn't been bad-mouthing the Mavericks, every guy in the place would have been all over you."She looked at me for a moment before.