"You would have to be dead not to like that. Im not sure I could go through it too often though. I think I would explode. I thought I had. How did...you learn to do that?" When I was 16 or so, a lady in her mid 20s moved in next to my parents. She was a nurse and worked long shifts, so she would pay me to do chores around her house. She was very relaxed about clothing when I was there at the same time she was. She caught me taking peeks at her, and things just went from there. She was my. I thought it was weird but it also excited me being watched. The women told me that she wants to fuck her husband in front of me so she could look at me a keep wet. I was more than willing to watch or even join in if they let me.The husband was about 5ft 4 a small chubby guy with black and grey messy hair. he was only wearing his pants which his wife took off him before pushing him to the sofa like she did me earlier. He had a small cock about 4 inches and she got on top and began riding him. He was in a rare position in that his office was completely isolated. The entire building was supposedly a base for the service team, but in truth they never used the place, preferring to work directly from home, so he was always alone here. After a couple of hours of mind numbing routine, churning out endless reams of paperwork so that someone else in an office somewhere could churn out more paperwork in reply, he sat back from the keyboard and rubbed his aching neck. The day had passed. I answered about 15 years and he just smiled and continued to hold my hand. Nothing was said and he slowly started to bring my hand across his thigh until it rested on the zipper of his pants. Not only could I feel his cock start to grow, I could feel mine responding in the same manner. He just left my hand there and placed his on my stocking covered thighs and began to rub up my thigh.I could feel my cock growing in my lace panties and his was struggling to find space become fully erect. My.