’ ‘Is your uncle home?’ Jeff asked nervously. ‘No, he owns a restaurant, so he’s out every evening. He gave me a key so I sometimes come ove... here to do my homework.’ They went up to the apartment and true to his word, Tom showed them Lana’s window which was directly opposite the living room balcony. Tim got his camera out and clipped on the big telephoto lens, while the others got settled on the floor, watching the window of the house opposite to them. As if on cue at exactly nine-thirty a. She looked momentarily taken aback, like a creature pressed into a corner she hadn't planned for. I was confident I had read her mind well: she wanted it, in principle, but she was just a little nervous about the whole thing. I reckoned in her heart of hearts she really wouldn't mind getting some proper passion unleashed on her: to be fucked and eaten senseless by an admiring male other than her husband. We looked at each other, both anticipating that that is what it would entail."You think you. My blond hair tumbled down over my shoulders, straight flows that ended at my ample, braless breasts. I kept my make-up simple, purple eyeliner to make my grey-green eyes stand out. My stiletto heels, in a striking silver, brought my 52 form up to normal people height. I sipped at my drink watching the buff, though likely gay, bartender mix and shake drinks quickly and efficiently. The music was incredibly soothing, and arousing, changing from slow, sensual rhythms to fast, frantic pieces to. I saw a side of her that surprised the shit out of me, she was bending over like some obedient slut, directing him to fuck her, and when he was inside her, the noises she was making were embarrassing, Michele was a really hot fuck when she was d***k, and she had a mouth to match. I really wanted to wake up and join in, as I sat there in my pretence sl**p, my cunt ached to be violated, and I was jealous of Michele’s cunt getting all the attention. She was screaming as she orgasmed and the bench.