The way he played Sherlock; and put clues together to arrive at a conclusion like that, and be so 'dead on' to boot, was frightening!It was good to be...back home. Well, not my real home, but my new home in my gated community outside of Boston. I could see that everything I had wanted modified while I was gone either had been done, or was almost finished. Good. I could now bring all my treasures and items from the past, 'home'. I had a place to store clothing, and guns; and I had a walk in safe. Her sex was tightly closed, even though her legs were wide spread. I used the tip of my tongue to spread her labia apart and she sighed. I licked her with the broad flat of my tongue and she wiggled her hips again, anxiously."Come on, Bob," she whispered."Be patient," I said, and then speared the area where her clit should be with the stiffened tip of my tongue.She jerked and a whine escaped her lips.Using my index fingers, I spread her labia apart, exposing her bud, and circled it with the tip. She: what happened?Me: nothing.I need to go (and went away from there)The whole day I was thinking about her and was disappointed and didn’t go for next 2 days.On the third, I went without hope that she will never be mine and as soon as I reached I saw her. She was standing as if she was waiting for someone.She: good morning(bit serious)Me: good morning(without any expression)She: what happened? You didn’t come. You fine.Me: yes everything’s fine.She: let’s go.Me: yepWe started jogging and she. Months later my solo fantasys were at an end, after noticing a hole in the cubicles door and an eye peering through from the otherside, looking at me dressed in white urine and cum sodden pantys my hair in pigtails, my white socks and flatchest. I stopped masturbating but kept my hand in my pants, I was a bit scared and didn't know what to do, the eye kept looking at me. Then it dawned on me that this person wanted to watch so I started wanking again, letting them watch for a few minutes till.