She smiled at him, never had he seen a smile so beauliful, his hormones flipped, god she was gorgeous, maybe things weren’t gonna be so bad after al....That night he sat in his room thinking about his beautiful next door neighbour, fanticising about touching her beautiful breasts, her pussy, god what a wild thought, he knew she was married - he walked across to the window, which overlooked part of her front garden. His sexual frustrations reaching peak level - there she was again, not in her. "I refused immediately and he reached for his radio to call the police. I pulled him to the side and said quietly, so my wife couldn't hear. "How about playing with her tits? Will that be enough for you?" I offered without a moment’s thought for my wife. He shook his head and suggested a blow job. I said no and again he reached for the radio. I pleaded with him not to do this, but he turned to me and said that this was his last offer; he wanted to play with my wife until she came and be allowed. I started with a light touch, just enough to wake the sleeping giant. With small spasms, it began to come to life, to lengthen and thicken. It is a process I never get tired of watching, certainly never get tired of causing! I put my fingers around it, caressing slowly, going round one way, then the other. I pulled upwards, applying more and more pressure on each stroke. Sasha started to shift in his seat. Through gritted teeth he implored, ‘Now, please.’ Very slowly, looking him in the eyes,. Petersen massaged Becky’s “sprain”, Dana was busy aiming her video cam through a small hole that was hidden in her back pack, and it was all she could do to keep from breaking out in laughter at the academy award performance Becky was putting on!!! As the middle aged teacher worked on her leg, Becky leaned back a little and gradually spread her legs wider and wider, until her skirt was hiked up high on her thigh, and her panty clad crotch was plainly visible to his stunned.