The person knocked again, a bit louder this time. I silently cursed myself as I remembered that I didn't have a peep hole in the door. I tried to peer...through the glass block surrounding the door, but it was much too dark and distorted through the glass to be able to make anything out other than a figure. My fingers flick the porch light on, and I crack the door open, peering out. My jaw slacks as I see the tall man In front of me, and my entire body feels a familiar need to be close to him. In. My boobies are getting kinda itchy too, though." Tell you what honey, why don't you keep reading and I'll try to get rid of that itch for you, OK?" Really? . . . I don't know if I want to get rid of it though?" Well you read on and I'll try my best to make you feel real nice, deal?" Ok here goes . . ."She resumed her work on the treadmill, again bouncing, again grabbing eye contact with me. She became much bolder. I saw it happening, but didn't really believe it. The young girl, never losing. My foster parents wouldn't let me go out at night but I would sneak out. One time I sneaked out to a house party. I was just wearing shorts and a tank top, but I did my hair up and wore my make up real slutty. It was a pretty good party and we drank and smoked some weed. They had a converted garage room that was like a chill room and I went in there with a few guys who I had given BJ to before plus a few others. I sat down on this shitty old couch and a guy sat on either side of me, real close.. “Not a good time,” she’d said.A little later Owen drove slowly past his house. It was Saturday night and he was curious. He saw a small pickup parked in the driveway and his heart sank. He wondered who owned that truck and if he was in there fucking his wife.----Renata and Dylan ate grilled cheese sandwiches and the veggies, and drank the wine. The quick meal sated their appetite for food, but not for each other. Back in the bedroom, he had barely gotten his pants down before she had his cock.