I am not a voyeur by any means, just a single girl, a twenty-three-year-old college coed, who enjoys the accompaniment of like-minded men who don’t ...ant to be attached to someone on a long term basis. I also happen to like older and more mature guys, who are secure in themselves and they know what they want out of life. Jim and I played “peek-a-boo-I-see-and-want-to fuck-you” for quite a while. I would usually text him and then teasingly strip before disappearing out of his view. It took me. "I make rash decisions when I'm tense."He glanced back up at her. His shoulders curled away from her. But, like in the office, he couldn't hide the bulge in his pants."You want me to get on up to the house?" he asked."I sure wouldn't mind."He settled the canvas bag on his hip before he took off for the house. Sally headed for the barn and put away her horse. Then, back to the house as quickly as she could. She didn't even look to the bookkeeping room until her mother's voice chased her down the. It felt great doing this. Julie was panting in my ear and she sounded excited the way she was breathing."Mum's now got her arms around his neck and is trying to pull him to her. She seems to be pushing hard back at him and trying to lift herself off the ground." Its my turn now - come on give it to me, you've had it for ages." Julie pulled the telescope from my grasp and wriggled up pushing me back. "Dad's pushing it in and out of Mum really fast now and she's now got both her arms and her legs. "She woke up within minutes after me, and to my surprise, she did not seem to think of it as a drunken mistake.In fact, she seemed to be just that bit happier than the previous night. Who knew sex could help her? I mean, everyone works differently, it's human psychology, but I guess I should feel thankful at that moment that she was not as upset as before?She took care of me the whole day, and I only managed to feel better later that night.We sat down to talk. Apparently, she was not as drunk.