At the back was a broom closet/pantry. It was well stocked for an emergency—bottled water, bins of beans, rice, sugar and flour, canned meat and veg...tables, dried soups and seasonings. There was a broom and dust pan, bucket and mop, bottles of bleach and disinfectant cleaners. On the top shelf were flashlights, batteries, a charger, portable radio, a large water filter and a couple of bottle size, canteens and instruction books. In case of a hurricane, we would be set for at least a week.Back. Like depositing a fresh glob of my cum into a bottle of her hand lotion. Later, I actually saw her rubbing white goo – part lotion, part spew -- in to her hands, innocently play-acting for my enjoyment the final scene of one of my fantasies: an Ashleigh-administered handjob.I snuck into her bathroom the next day to pour a good cumload into her face cream. I realized just in time that I had to mix that in a bit, as it was pooling in an obvious way on top of the cream. She might not have known it. I stood there smiling looking into her eyes letting my shorts do the talking. She broke eye contact looking down at my growing snake. ''Please .. show me. I want very much to see it wherever that goes.'' I cocked my head and mock sighed as if this was an everyday occurence I had grown slightly tired of. Placing my hands inside the waistband of my shorts I slowly pushed them down bit by bit watching her intently. She was becoming fevered looking and sounded like she was sobbing in a low voice. I. I hung back away from the window so that I couldn't be seen, but still where I had a perfect view of Sarah's room across the way. Maybe she was right; maybe I really was a pervert. But I was a thirteen-year-old boy, so at least I had an excuse. All I knew was that if tonight were anything like last night, she would give me a nice show.After her full nudity earlier in the day, one might imagine that I would have no need to hide in the shadows hoping for a peep show. But I had been thinking about.