I remember that I wasso confused I did not know where I was. Even the effort of thinking wastoo much. Then I felt my face being wiped with a damp clot.... It feltwonderfully cool. Now someone was washing my neck and my curiouslytender chest, my belly and below. The cool water began to revive me andI managed to croak, "Where am I? What has happened?" There wassomething different about my voice, higher somehow, like a woman's. Itried to open my eyes but they seemed stuck shut."Just rest," I heard. Thus were born generations of voyeurs from the builders’ family, generation upon generation. As the years went on the graceful Victorian was sold time and again, to the delight of men from other families who were then allowed to study the habits of the men and women living in the town below. = = = = = = = = = = = = = This is the house on the hill that will be featured in upcoming Pepto Bismo Dreams. The first, Harvey J. Appleton is posted with this introduction. Authors, you are welcome to. His elbows were braced on his knees, his hands in his face. Stephanie nervously chewed on her bottom lip. She stood there like a deer in headlights when he looked up. The way his eyes looked at her caused goose bumps to break out across her skin. Everything seemed to stand still as they stared at each other. ‘Come here.’ She wanted to deny his gravelly command, but didn’t. Slowly she walked towards him, only stopping about two feet from him. His eyes searched her face as he held his hand out.. I think you like it. I return to stroking his cock and look up into his face. I luv his full kissable lips. I lean into him and brush my lips against his. He kisses me in return and soon we are kissing and our tongues are busy in each other's mouths, tasting and thrusting in and out. I can sense that I am close to cumming. My breath is starting to increase and my hips seem to establish their own movement as they thrust back and forth with my cock in his hand. His fist causes my foreskin to.