He could not stop. And every week or two he’d sneak her phone to see if there were any new pictures for him to grab. Most were of her posing in pant...es and bra, and to him these were almost as stimulating as the topless shots. He was deeply familiar with all her intimate apparel, and not just from these stolen images; for it was not her private pictures alone he filched. No; he had spent hours exploring her underwear drawer. Each item of her underwear, each pair of panties, each soft bra, had. I was horrified to find I was getting a little - well, not to put too finer point on it - excited.Silence reigned for a few moments and I could see her eyes roaming over my body. Well, as much as she could see. I still had my arm across my chest and a hand strategically placed at the top of my legs. George was casually leaning against the worktop and her body was beautiful. No hair whatsoever. Nice, well proportioned breasts and legs that, despite her lack of height, seemed very long and a. " Knowing you, you'd start trying to use my wiener as a water gun and spray down everything in the bathroom," Jack teased, as he retreated to her bathroom."Not likely," laughed Denise, "since I'd just have to clean it up later."Jack had just opened the lid and started to go when Denise came in to the bathroom and embraced him from behind. He could feel her erect nipples rubbing up and down his naked back while she rubbed his bare chest with her hands. Suddenly voiding his bladder was becoming a. As for myself, I failed to fall asleep, savouring the feeling of you finally enveloping me. I stupidly thought, at this moment, that you would want more, that you would want what I wanted. Rolling over to face you, I kissed each and every one of your visible scars, scars left by the weapons of men. Each beautifully kissable scar fell beneath my lips, each kiss sealing my fate. I watched you in your sleep, thinking then that I would have many more chances to do so. I was wrong. So very wrong..