My desire is to enter your room and drink in the scene before me, to explore your body with my eyes and my mouth. I imagine breathing in the sweetness...of your juices as my tongue explores the soft folds of your pussy drawing you from sleep to conciseness, but I know I can not. With a final look I turn and head down stairs. I consider stopping at the bathroom to relieve the pressure in my balls, but decide instead not to, hoping that the added tension will work it’s way into my dreams and that I. “ Oh yes. Some memories do need to surface Vince,” I said. We were both already smiling, but he smiled even wider and got on top of me. He planted another kiss on my forehead and pushed his cock into me. Then just about every memory of us having sex just popped into my head. We didn't have loads of sex when we were together, but a fair amount. He was always gentle with me, until I wanted him to get rougher. Maybe that was why I never stopped him, however I knew that he was the best lover I had. The woman who lived across the street, Julie, he thought her name was, sat in a chair in front of her window, clearly masturbating. The raging hard-on he'd gotten from seeing her refused to subside, even after he'd taken a cold shower.He carefully pulled on a pair of jeans then found his favorite shirt and buttoned it while he thought of the woman who lived across from him.He wondered if she knew he could see her when she pleasured herself in front of her living room window. The thought aroused. ”“Maybe you could just kneel and listen to me?” John added.“I thought people prayed silently,” Donald said.“Not everyone. Many do, but I’ve been known to talk out loud just like I did at dinner.”“Johnny, where is Johnny?” Emily was asking walking around in the hallway.John walked out and found her. She reached for him, and he picked her up, “How old are you, Miss Emily?” he asked.She put four fingers up, but couldn’t keep her thumb from showing so she grabbed it with her other hand and said,.