" I repeated those fantasy words and waited, my hand stroking my cock slowly. Andrea knelt by the couch, a look of awe on her face.She whispered, "I...am so nervous Peter." I put my hand on her shoulder and said, "You may do anything you want to do babe." That was what Peter had called his sister for years. Andrea wrapped her hand around as much of my hand as she could. She got into the rhythm of the movement, then whispered,"take your hand away Peter." I did so. She replaced it with hers. He thought about it for a second, trying to visualize what was on the other side of the wall, when it hit him, it was the women’s shower room!!! A little guiltily, he dropped to his knees and peered into the small opening to see if he could make anything out! If he held his eye just at the right angle, he could see the lower part of adjoining room, but because these walls were cement block, he had about nine inches of brick to look through, which really limited what you could see!!! Not wanting. There had been days where he’d done nothing other than sit right here, drinking coffee until at last he’d begun to weep a little. He’d get a handle on it and finally begin his day, looking after his investments and checking the state of the markets. He thought that it was a pretty shitty existence and he felt like a bit of discarded packaging. He was fairly well-off, but he still felt like an empty chocolate bar wrapper. He looked up then, seeing a motion out in the garden. He almost dropped. 'With that he was gone and I walked slowly up my drive.I then stopped. There was a car outside and it wasn't ours.I hid behind a bush, close to the front door and wondered who it couldbe. I had a view of the front door, so I could see when whoever it wascame out.After about 5 minutes the front door opened and the lady estate agent,who had visited the house before, came out. She locked the door and thenwent over to her car.She had a clipboard in her hand and was writing on it. She finished.