Mónica se excita, mira el cuerpo del hombre, mira su pecho peludo, se lo comería todo, piensa que es un hombre de verdad, no como sus amigos jóvene... que no la entienden. Mira como agarra su polla, no es muy grande pero le encanta verla, ve como el vecino comienza a acariciarse su pecho mientras sigue pajeándose, para Mónica él lo más, frota su dedo con la parte superior de su clítoris, se muerde el labio inferior.Pedro mira a su vecina en el monitor, ve como se muerde los labios, él se aprieta. "Can I trustyou?" I ask him softly, looking into his dark eyes. He starts to answerbut I shush him with another kiss, giving myself to him. There's nothing hecould say to convince, it had to come from inside me, and I'd already decidedanyway. His house is old,but well kept, on top of one of the many steep hills in West Seattle. Thedecorations are simple, tasteful. It feels cozy as he takes my coat and I sitdown on the sofa, looking around. He's in the kitchen, asking me if I'd likesomething to. They are there to protect your from all the other dirty old men prowling through the night, who would like nothing better than to break into your house to violate your virtue. For me, you leave cookies. You not only welcome me into your home, but you eagerly anticipate my arrival. Even though I may not arrive until you are fast asleep, and even though you may have no idea what it is I do after I have violated the sanctity of your home, you welcome me. It is your avarice that makes you. Would you be able to meet with me in my office one day this week? I must tell you that this is a very important matter." Well, yes, I guess so. Where is your office?" If it is not too much trouble for you, it would be best to meet in the Federal Building in downtown Chicago, on the fourteenth floor. What day would be convenient for you?" I need to plan. I can come on Thursday, if that's okay. I'll need to tell the children where I am going. I am sure they will wonder why." Oh, no. They need to.