I’d better tune in and see how Sam’s doing.“Oh fuck!... I’m cumming again, Johnny! I love your cock!”I decided to take the initiative and fl...pped her around, nudged her head toward the glass. She gasped as she looked down into the street. As I began to pound her from behind, I could see the figures of people standing in their high-rises apartments across the street; staring at us—some with cameras. “The neighbors are watching,” she said softly. She looked down into the street. “Oh my god, it’s. I could taste my ass and dick on her tongue.I quickly rolled her onto her back and slipped down towards her crotch. She was wearing a silky blue thong which had a tiny but noticeable patch of damp. She smelled sweet as I licked up her thighs. She moaned as I kissed her through her thong before pulling off the underwear completely. She was wet and tight with a well-kept landing strip above her pussy. I couldn’t help myself; I plunged my mouth onto her pussy and began to lick and suck furiously.. The house was quiet, cavernous. The emptiness unnerved me.In the kitchen, I put together a small salad and tried to eat it while leaning against the counter - I couldn’t bear the thought of sitting alone at the table - but the lettuce crunching in my head was too much. I put the salad down and put the tea kettle on the stove.Just keep busy, I told myself. Get some things done. I emptied the trash from the downstairs bathroom and sorted through the mail on the counter. Might as well get some. “I warned you. I know they’re out there. You’re lucky you met a friendly one. Next time you might not be so lucky. Then it’s bye-bye Varena.”Everyone started laughing again, including Grandpa.They had already opened Grandpa’s homemade wine. It was accompanied by slices of Grandma’s homemade bread and goat cheese. At my first taste, I was back fourteen years, sitting at the same table, in the same chair, eating the same bread and cheese as I drank the wine. Back then, in Transylvania, kids had.