"He pulled at the string as the top of the ladder planted on the outer brickwork and scratched its way across the outer wall into position, coming to ...est just below the glass. "It's okay, looks like he's doing the bottom ones first," Matthew commentated as, down below, Joe the Shammy stopped five rungs up and the lower panes of glass began to squeak under the sponge and soapy water."Matthew, please," she pleaded as his salty cum began to trickle down onto her tongue."Damn, it's stuck," he. I was embarrassed being such a voyeur but also turned-on beyond belief. Wow, how hot was this watching these two go at it. I didn’t want to stay in a bent over position because it wasn’t comfortable and I didn’t want to leave the show. With as little noise as possible, I laid down right outside and could now get the ideal view; I felt like a boy under the stairs or bleachers looking under all the girl’s dresses. My eyes were glued to the couple. The guy had the girl pinned against the wall with. Males were supposed to compete and to prevail. But sex withStan involved giving all that up, being receptive, submissive, and givingmy body to him so he could have pleasure. It was like I was sacrificingmy masculinity in deference to his. Society mandated that I should feelashamed or defeated by submitting to another man this way, but I haddiscovered that I got far more in return. Walking around after a nightwith Stanley, conscious of the tampon in my opening, it was as if I couldfeel. He slammed his cock a few more times into me, pumping every drop he had. A few moments later he pulled out and I turn, hugging him. He grabbed my head and kissed me as if to say thank you.We went back to the shower head and washed each other off. His hands explored every inch of my body as I did his. After showering we dried each other off. He picked me up and took me to their bed where he gently laid me down. My pink outfit was on the floor with my heels, where I had stripped them off. He.