.. long strokes, stretching every inch of her love tunnel from lips to cervix...Caressing up her thighs with my eyes, I couldn’t resist lingering ov...r her firm rounded ass. My mind recalling images and sensations of pleasing her anal desires, stirring my passion. Completing the vision of her, my eyes followed up her spine, savoring the tantalizing lines of her exposed back, shoulders and neck, teasing my hunger for her. My visual tour of her body faded as I realized that we were supposed to. By the time anyone got home, the camera was concealed in the trim above her closet, and the wires ran through the wall to my computer. I had it set for a really good view of her bed. So I shut down the computer, and jerked off in a pair of her undies to thoughts of my own private strip show.Saturday, I missed her, and the same happened Sunday. I was so mad I was spitting. Pictures of Mar sleeping, cuddled up with a stuffed animal were not what I wanted. So I worked on my graphics program, and. “What’s up?” I ask.She steps into the living-room and stands in front of me and says: “Well..”In a confused tone I ask her “What, I thought you gave them to me?”Jenny raises her hand to her waistband ofvher shorts and pulls them slightly down revealing the blue of her panties. “You want’em.. Take’em” she says.I didn’t need to be told twice.. I reached up and grabbed both sides of Jennys shorts and pulled down. They fell easily to the floor and she stepped out of them she stood momentarily in. “Are my boys getting horny?” I laughed. “Well I don’t know if you two areaware but it is Christmas day next week so maybe Santa might bring yousome sexy cheerleaders for christmas, dropping them in from his sleigh ashe flies past.”“That would be great,” laughed Johnny. “Maybe some French maids too. Ilove French maids!”“Mmm,” whispered Clark, sill engaged in his massage passion, “St Triniansschoolgirls for me. Or maybe a tart in a sexy leather mini.”“Well since it is Christmas,” I said. “I think.