I can’t walk away from you. You mean too much to me.” He swallowed. “So if you don’t ... if you ... well.” He cleared his throat. “Now is ...he time you should tell me, if you don’t want this. Because otherwise I want ... I would like...”It was her turn to stop him, putting a slender finger over his lips with a smile. “I’m not going anywhere. We both have complicated pasts. I don’t care – and I can take care of myself.”He nodded, his palms slick with sweat, his heart beating too fast in his ears.. I don't care if your fantasies revolve around being fisted or indulging in sibling role play, hell my brother learned a lot from me, just because I was in the next room and available for a blow job, or a naked wanking session, we explored them together, crawling into each other's weird sexual psyches, is half the fun. My orgasms are a politics-free zone, and I don't care who gives them to me.I like the feeling of anticipation, of waiting for the moment that first hot spurt will splatter my. When he threw the cigarette bud to the ground and turned to me, my stomach made volts. He leaned in close, trapping me against the wall and I could have counted his eye lashes one by one if I wanted to, so close was he. His breath smelled surprisingly fresh, like honey and sweet mint and it sent shivers down my back. He looked me in the eyes, and put his hand on my face when he brushed his lips against mine."I have waited for you so long..." It was almost not even a whisper, but I heard it and. I then set up a camera in our bedroom disguised as a motion detector. At 9:00pm I was in my office in front of my computer with the cameras open on a split screen running both cameras simultaneously. The light in our bedroom turned on and Wendy came into view as she started sorting through some laundry on the bed.A few minutes later I watched my neighbor come out his back door and walk over to the fence and peep into our bedroom. He appeared to be talking on a cordless or cell phone. I wondered.