I could smell our arousal in the air and the feelingof soft flesh against mine was simply intoxicating. The sound of herragged breaths was starting to...drive me wild as well and I wantednothing more than to make her cum.I broke free of her hands and started to slide down, first kissing herneck, then her breasts and finally I made my way between her legs. Sheslid up on the bed a bit and pulled them open, as eager for my touch asI was to give it. Her pussy smelled sweet and I breathed it in before. Over the next three weeks, I watched with interest — and kibitzed frequently — as outdoor changes occurred next door. Tiffany always supervised when others were doing the work or bringing in supplies and she spent hours working on fine touches after the others had left. Clay came and went on his work schedule but mostly left the work to Tiffany. Frequently in the evenings, he would get out of his monkey suit and join me at the connecting fence to talk about whatever and watch Tiff.As the plan. A year passed and a desire toimpress my dad grew. I didn't want to participate in woman boxing. It waseasy and too much pervs wanted just to see some girls fighting. I lookedat my body and something came into my mind. I need to be a man to fight,maybe even I will manage to take a revenge on my dad. I didn't want tobeat him, no, I wanted to be more sophisticated.First of all, I needed to plan everything. If I want to make my revengean art I should became one of my dads clients. I should be. She commented on how messy my room was and laughed when she saw a pair of my Super Mario boxers on the floor. I laughed a little too and picked them up and threw them in the clothes basket. Then Sara noticed the porn mag. I had left out the night before. She told me to close the door, and started looking threw it, commenting on the random sexual positions the women were in and how slutty some of the girls looked, then when she got to the back page she gasped when she saw the add for the penis.