At that time, I had bent forward, and he had a clear view of my breasts, which he was continuously staring at. I felt a bit tingling sensation between...my legs when I saw this and continued to remain in that position.“Boyfriend stuff?” he suddenly asked me, as I shifted my gaze from the screen to him, without moving, and saw he was still staring at my breasts. He then saw me looking at him, and quickly looked away, apparently embarrassed I had caught him.“No,” was my only reply as I looked at. Since I live in townhouses the house is honestly a couple of steps away from my home. They were a Muslim couple , the husband looked like a strict man but was very polite when I met him. His wife was in a jilbab and a niqab on so I her face was covered by a veil. I couldn’t tell if she had a pretty face but her eyes were very beautiful, because of her pretty eyes I could tell that she was smiling at me when I met them. Her husband said her name is Fatima and she will be the one to be at home. I was used to rejection. At the end of eighth grade, I wanted to say goodbye to Amber due to the fact we were going to different high schools."So, you know, after today, I might not see you again. You might not see me again..." I said."Look, just don't forget about me when you get to high school, all right?" She said, smiling. Afterwards, she gave me a piece of folded paper. It was her phone number."Don't worry, I won't," I said. I never used the number.Now, eight years later...It was the third. He was going to when he'd watch the DVD from last night. A ritual which always resulted in better cummings.He was alone in the house, so he didn't put any clothes on. He went to the kitchen, filled a bowl with cereal and milk and ate while watching cartoons. He finished his cereal, put the bowl in the sink and brought down a towel and the DVD.He was determined to masturbate in his lounge once again.He pressed play and pushed forward for a while, simply because the first 45 minutes was a picture.