Her finger came out and starting flying over her clit as I finished. The noise of the vacuum was replaced by her moans, and a sudden groan, as she cli...axed. My cock felt double it's normal size while I watched her display. She shook her head, her hair flowing around, and gave me a big smile as her orgasm subsided.I stood there gawking, my cock throbbing in my shorts, and watched as she slowly licked her fingers clean. She put her foot back on the floor, sat up, and closed her legs."Now the main. A female voice called out loudly from across the street. "Cindee!"We both started. I tried to keep my hard cock pointed toward Cindee and as far away from the railing as i could, but it didn't really hide anything. It was Tatiana, a girldfriend of Cindee's who lived across the street. She had a blonde bob and a sassy lip and she could see all of me exposed. Every inch. "Tatiana!" Cindee waved, jumping up and down. Her full tits bounced up and down beneath the sheer, torn fabric, right in front. Len told me that she had to hire the rehearsal room, and could only get it occasionally. But it had one necessary piece of equipment, a huge fan. On summer days the heat on the top floor could get oppressive, and as it was quite a large room, someone had adapted an industrial fan to provide cool air. Len was putting it to another use. We entered the room and Len flipped the bolt over on the door. She explained that lots of acts did rehearsals there and they had to keep their new routines. When she worked hard in school, it was to make Dad proud of her; when she had a problem, it was to Dad that she went; when she thought about the man she would marry someday, the image came out to look like Dad. It was the natural, common Oedipus complex in female garb -- nothing serious or especially unhealthy -- but a source of frustration and anger when Dad was away.Roger Carmel never dreamed how much his family really loved him. They would do anything for him, and might not have recognized.