Still, I slowly wanked my prick, my eyes still absorbing the well written filth on the back of the door. My gaze wandered over to the wall to my left,...reading the mucky scrawls, when I noticed that an eager blue eye was firmly fixed on my hard cock through a peephole! I felt a twinge in my cock, aroused even further by the illicit observation of my masturbating. I had to slow the pace down; I was highly turned on and was feeling my seed stir in my balls. The eye disappeared. I heard the creak. Smiling back she said "Hi, I'm Sally", after that moment I never once interacted with her again except for the first event. It was nearing the end of the school year and we were drawing a picture based off what we had learned. I wanted to draw a house with a lot of colors but I couldn't for at the time unknown to the teacher one kid named Ben hoarded all the crayons for him to use and if anyone got too close or tried to take one he would lash out against them or pull the crayons away. I tried. Pam tapped my ass with her tennis racket. “Let’s have some fun,” she replied, as she turned and headed for the court. Pam popped open a container of tennis balls and casually tossed the can to the side. She “soft served” a few balls in my direction. I very easily returned her serves. It had been a while since I had played, but it didn’t take long for me to get back in the groove. I overhand-served a fast one and caught her by surprise.“I need a do-over,” Pam called out as she squatted and. Catherine came to see me every second day or so. As the pain wore off I became better company. She'd come by on the nights she wasn't on call, and we'd watch TV together, or just talk about whatever came into our heads. She heard a lot about my childhood, I learned a lot more about her life before she met me. She'd done a lot for someone who was only in her mid twenties, and had traveled throughout Europe and most of Asia, even as far as India. She brought me in some photographs of her in.