Amber eyes glinted gold in the sunlight as she quickly walked, a basket full of sweets in one of her arms. She wanted to have a mid-afternoon picnic w...th him… her father and Brandy thought that she had taken refuge in the coolness of the library – a past time which she had often indulged in. Taking the basket of sweets she’d told them not to worry if she missed dinner… barring some kind of attack on the keep there was no way that she’d be disturbed there, and no one had attacked the keep in. I have though gotten a lot of fantasy masturbation sessions when I freak about one of those friends of her's coming inside and balling me in that house. Yeah... I know, pretty lame... I mean me on the spare bed in that house and jacking my dick to the idea of her lady friends fucking me in that house. Oh if fantasies could come true, god damn it to motherfucking hell!Well since 1997 when I first started house watching for this cunt nothing ever happened. I'd even once held high hopes that the. I left my hair down, blue eye shadow and red lipstick. I had rouged my nipples slightly as I knew he was going to suck themAnd I filled my pussy with baby oil with a gravy baster as I knew he was going to fuck me.Then I had to wait 30 min or so for his arrivalIn that time the baby oil had run out a little, soaked my panties and I had a wet pussy.But this was going to be the first sex I was expecting since before isolation so I wanted his cock to slip in easilySo yes he entered through the gate. I open the message immediately. It's a picture of her black g-string discarded on the floor in the ladies room with the tag line, 'these are only going to get in the way.'She still hasn't told me I was allowed to touch myself. So I don't. I sit in silence staring at my phone. My cock almost hurts from the erection. My helmet is swollen and dripping precum that leaks over my shaft and sticks to my stomach. The veins up my shaft resemble a road map for the blind.My phone moans deeply at me.It's a.