She insists that it is different matter. I kiss her again. This time on the lips. I really don’t want to talk. I want her legs so very far apart…I...want her pussy wide open… I lay down the towel and position her on her back, with her ass at the edge of the bed. I kneel on the ground before her. She rests her feet on the ground on either side of my knees. I tell her she looks uncomfortable like that. I suggest it would be better if she straddled me, with one foot on the headboard and the other on. , finance, Class-of-when-a-34-year-old gets out of college."That one doesn't check out," he said. "Just in case you're curious."The documents were all copies, naturally. The originals, all but the firstcertificate, were back in Gentry's home, or maybe in his office: Mrs.Gentry only let me take a glance or two, enough to recognize what I wasseeing now. Chet had access somewhere where Gentry had sent the copies.Heavy duty access: passport file, job application. Access to the kind ofrecords check. Since the lights were off and she was “blinded” by the TV light, I could sometimes slowly ease the door open and get a much better view. Even with different room arrangements, her bed was always within view. I also found that when my bed was next to the door, I could stand on my headboard and peep over the top and get a great full-length view. And man was she a horny teenager! I saw her masturbate regularly, morning afternoon and night!I still remember my absolutely BEST view I ever had, and it. With mild trepidation, she nodded her head and fought hard to keep her arms at her sides. She so wanted to touch her. To finger her hair, stroke her shoulders or back, to feel the tightness of her butt or the smoothness of her thighs. She wanted to taste her skin and kiss her lips again. But she wouldn't. She was there to be used. She was there for them to enjoy as they saw fit. And she'd take it. She'd take it and revel in it because it's her game as well. And this was her bonus round.The.