This peeping tom phase was very new for Steve and it was undoubtedly turning Marv on. Maybe Steve was not going to show up today and Marv was not tryi...g to display his excitement by being all open and exposed. He did not want Steve to think that Marv was doing it for him and taking all the possible precautions but he was watching the tree; nonetheless. He was sure, Steve wanted to watch him and he was willing to do the show at least; since the chances to fuck Steve were nil, in Marv’s opinion.. She moved closer into a position where she could get a better view. She was wearing a loose blouse and short pleated skirt and pantyhose. As I stroked my cock she put her hand under her skirt and began to rub herself. It wasn't every day that a strange woman watched me wanking and pleasured herself. My cock grew harder as I rubbed it. She lifted her skirt with her other hand and I could see that she wasn't wearing any panties. I could see her dark hairy pussy clearly through her pantyhose and. She ran her fingers through his hair then over his back, feeling his strong muscles through the thin material of his shirt. Their kiss broke and with a smile so confident it sent a thrill right through Kelly, Richard slowly began to kiss the side of her neck, right to under her chin, planting soft kisses along her neck til he reached her collar bones and kissed right between them. Kelly dragged her hands down Richard’s back then under his shirt, pulling it up while feeling his abs and toned. ?! CLICK-whirrrrrr. "Gotcha!" Karen bounded from the room, now clad in a white terry-cloth robe, a Polaroid camera in one hand, an about-to-be embarrassing photo in the other. It took me about 30 seconds to hop into my jeans. Most of that was being careful not to zip up my still-hard rod. Then I stormed down the hall, ready to tear her room apart to find that photo. But as I burst into her room (by now you've probably figured out that our bedroom doors don't lock), Karen was just sitting.