I glanced to see if she was there, after a minute her face once again appeared at the window. The look on her face told me everything she had seen my ...how and it looked as though she had enjoyed it. I was now smoothing the lotion into my arse cheeks, needing them and every now and then pulling them apart, her face was a picture, you could nearly see the lust in her eyes. Again she was saying something to her self, I tried to make out what she was saying, She seemed to be mouthing the words turn. I was afraid the guys would think I was hard for them. They all had fantasies they closed their eyes and thought about. Not me. I was pretty sure no girl would show me her breasts, or pull up her dress to flash me, or make out with me on a date. That was what the older boys did, not the puny runts in the litter, like me.Chuck was as comfortable with his sexuality as it’s possible to be. He was the one who peeked at our parents, in their marital bed. Being a voyeur didn’t bother him at all. He. Then as regular days, I spent my time with my wife and baby. I bid them good night and came to my room. My wife had just delivered. The baby is up nearly all night and sleeps all day. So for the time, my wife stays in another room with my baby and nanny.As I came to my room, I couldn’t stop thinking of Sim’s amazing body. That fair flawless skin. And those perfect firm boobs with pink nipples. She actually was like a virgin. Then I received a long message from Sim basically thanking me for. “It’ll be my birthday and Christmas presents for the next two years.”“More like the next twenty years,” he said. “It’s not going to happen.She jumped off his lap and jumped up and down as she said, “You never buy me anything.”“What do you mean I never buy you anything?” he shouted. “What about the Ipad, the new Iphone, the trip to Cabo for spring break? What about those?”“Those aren’t the same,” she said while stomping her right foot.“Look honey I don’t want to fight,” he said.“Me neither,” she.