I went into the neighbouring room and found some tissues on the floor near the hole in the wall. They were stained so I assumed the guy must have had ... wank whilst watching us. Every few days we would have a bath together (and fuck) and each time the cupboard door was open. As it was generally at the same time we got into a routine which I would assume meant our watcher also knew our routine. I tried to change what we did: I shot my cum over her face, boobs and ass, fucked doggy position on. Perhaps as a modern woman I shouldn't have prayed at all but my grief was too strong. I had to turn to something.I looked deep in myself and these are the words I prayed:"Whomever listens to those in love or lust, please answer me. I love a woman who doesn't know me. I feel a consuming hunger for someone who would recoil at my touch. Please don't let this beautiful creature get married to a man and please help this pain in my heart just go away. Amen."I went to bed.For some reason I fell asleep. Plans had to be made to deal with what remained. Plans that, by necessity cannot be direct, because we are a shadow group operating in secret and led by a high school student. Plans that depended on someone surviving to implement them.More handshaking and smiles."A pleasure to meet you Colonel Baird," I said, holding out my hand."My pleasure entirely, son," the base commander said. "We're tickled pink to have the MVP from the state champions visit us. But why on earth is someone like you even. Both characters have lives outside of sex, and not only do their sex lives bleed into their personal lives, their personal lives bleed right back. They go through character arcs where they learn about others/themselves, they have epiphanies, they have sex cut off from them or have excessive sex at some parts, but they’re thinking learning growing humans, just like you are. Maybe you’re thinking, ‘Wow, Guy A gets to bone Girl B, I wish I were him.’ Congratulations, you just related yourself to a.