Any comments not directly about the story and I deem insulting will be removed or I’ll just turn comments off all together. I had hoped this would ...e the “accepting” community it’s supposed to be, what with all the other stories on here that are 100 times worse/graphic/sick than anything I’m writing about (which btw, all are FICTION, regardless of the tags…so if you are one of those who is all worked up (in a bad, negative way) and want to rant about my stories, um, hate to burst your hater. Once I got to know her routine, I started flashing her, but only on Tuesday's as this was the only day my wife went to work before the window show started!So, for a few Tuesday's, I just spent a bit more time than normal in our kitchen, wearing just my shirt, as if I was rushing about getting ready for work and so that if anything was ever said, I could deny any blatant flashing. After a couple of Tuesday mornings like this, I progressed to opening the French doors and standing out on the. Ich habe nur Augen für Sie. Was ist nur mit mir los? Ich kann doch nicht meine Cousine so anstarren wie die Mädchen aus meiner Klasse, denke ich bei mir, tue es aber trotzdem weiter. Meine Augen gieren nach ihr. Unter dem Rock zeigen sich zwei schlanke, nicht zu lange Beine. 160cm oder 170cm müsste sie groß sein, denke ich. Sie ist nicht zierlich, kein sie ist kein Supermodel, doch sie ist wirklich hübsch, hat etwas Süßes an sich, etwas Besonderes. Als ich ihre glatten Beine und rasierten. The one that was talking grabbed at her shirt and ripped it off and did likewise to her bra, letting her tits loose. She closed her eyes, trying desperately to block out the scene, and felt her tits being mauled at. Two sets or stong hands grabbed at her magnificent tits and pinched her nipples. As she opened her mouth to scream, a large dick was shoved down her throat. “Bite it and you die!” she obediently started sucking, feeling the head gagging her at the back of her throat. This dick was.