I've peeked in these windows many times growing up hoping to catch her in the middle of changing clothes. She's chopping cucumbers on a wooden panel b... the sink, very slowly and carefully with a worried look on her face. I stop watching and rest my back on the wall by the window, sliding down to the ground. I don't know what to do. She won't answer the door. I can't leave just yet. I have to make sure she's okay. The sounds of the crickets and frogs usually bring me peace, but tonight it seems. It is clear you have come out of your sleep needing something and you make it quite clear what it is as your arse pushes back against me. You feel me harden, my cock now firmly between your cheeks and you tease me by slowly moving up and down against me, fucking me with your arse. You reach for my hand and you pull it hard to your tits. Forcing me to grab them, holding my hand on you and grinding it into your tits. I oblige willingly, massaging and groping them. Grabbing your nipple and pulling. " Come on. You're twenty-one, right?" Actually, not yet. But that's not the point." What IS the point?" That I don't want to go in there. Please Simon, take me back." Come on!" Simon, read my lips! No!"Simon made a loud sound of exasperation. "Why are you making so much... Why don't you want to go in?" Simon, please be serious with me on this. I'd be distressed to go in there." Distressed? Why?" The music is so loud it will hurt my ears. But it's the lyrics and the sex that drive me away. The. I thought they were only interested in jocks on the football team and not lowly dweebs like me. I mean after all, all I did was to give girls what they wanted. So I took great pleasure in seeing girls being happy. What's the big deal? Oh well, it's a difficult cross to bear but somehow I'll manage.Jill and Patty came over to visit with Sarah one day. I was downstairs reading the latest copy of Mad Magazine. I liked that book because I could relate to Alfred E. Neuman. I was about half way.