Miss Deborah was a Goddess I was very fond of, She was so bosomy and pretty and always vivacious, and I’d chant the perviest things as I rubbed myse...f into perv ecstasy thinking about Her every night, and then loved it so much the next day when I was in Her presence, flushing up and looking at the ground in guilt and shame and delicious humiliation of knowing I was a pervert and what She made me do. I wonder if She knew?It never occurred to me that I would be able to worship a Goddess openly. I. I reached over and reached inside of his boxer shorts and found his penis. It was in a state of semi erection which he resent by his reaction of launching himself out of bed. A mment later I could hear the faint sounds of the television coming from the other room. More sad thoughts intruding on the moment. I banish them from my mind and I think about the couple next door and the passion I longed for. I love my husband and have enjoyed sex earlier in our marriage. He has a lovely cock that. And kissed her as hard as possible so that she can’t shout loud.After pressing her boobs and tweaking her nipple as much as I could, I slided my hands under her underwear and tried to feel her pussy. And the moment I felt it, it was so wet and hot. If I would have put some butter there, it would have melted there itself. At the same time, I tried looking at her face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open breathing hot air. I tried putting my finger in her pussy. She moaned loud. I saw the hot young man climb onto the bed, hovering above Sarah on all fours and kissing her passionately. He slowly moved backwards and as I realised he was going down on her, I could feel myself getting excited. I watched Sarah writhe with pleasure and arch her back as her gentleman friend did what I can only imagine to be good. I could see her mouth opening as if she were gasping and moaning, with one hand running through his dark curls and the other fondling her breasts and circling her.