The movies by todays standards were pretty crappy but back then a stash of sweedish erotica was a huge turn on and it wasnt long before I had a raging...hardon. I noticed Don adjusting himself while we were watching and after a few beers he pulled his dick out and started stroking it. He had a pretty thick 7 incher that was uncut and I had never seen an uncut dick before in real life and all I could do is stare. It didnt take him long to notice this and he asked me if I had ever seen an uncut. I kept swatting his face away as I walked out to the wooded trees, then I made my way around to the other end of the house, hoping they had left a small light on so I could look in.As I made my way around to their side I could not believe my eyes, I saw three huge sliding doors and light pouring out from their bedroom. I knew I needed to stay out of that light and as long as I did they could not see me. However, even knowing this, I still decided to stay in the wood line. I choose a big tree. It was painted white with a single desk and chair and a TV monitor with a split screen, divided into four images of the shop. A number of pens and pencils; a kettle; a cup and a telephone sat on the desk, otherwise it was un-cluttered. The woman picked up the phone and began to key in a number. “Who are you ringing?” asked Lisa, nervously. “The police.” “No! No, please don’t!” “Surely, there’s no need for that,” said Don. “This is clearly a genuine mistake.” The woman re-placed the receiver,. I see electricity in its most chaotic and primal forms. I see hues and colors in you that I will hold on to forever even though I have no name for them. I don't care to give them one. The most beautiful things need no name. And while holding you tightly to me, time begins to ebb away. I only recognize its passage in the smallest of details. My name whispered over and over. A cold wind quietly blowing through the streets and swaying cold branches. I listen to the countless drops of rain,.