“Prabhu, what the fuck is wrong with you?” I snapped at my husband.After I cut the call, I turned around from the doggy position. I sat at the edg... of the bed. My pussy, still dripping with Prabhu’s cum. I was annoyed because of the embarrassment that I failed to realize.I saw my husband’s evil grin and his eyes darting around my body, especially around my lower area. Only then did I feel his cum all over my pussy and thighs. I couldn’t help but move my hand over my pussy and start rubbing it.. I’d open my window and see the same hoodied guy staring, watching me every night. When I first noticed him I was disgusted, ‘How many times have I gotten undressed with the window open’, I wondered, feeling violated. Nights went by as he continued to watch me. I was never quite sure when or where he came from. Just, every time I opened my window at night-there he was, standing. I couldn’t see his face but I knew he was looking at me and that was enough to make me take a step back. But one. I appreciate it,” I thanked him.“Hold on son. There is something else,” he continued as he put his hand on my shoulder, “I know there are a lot of things going on right now with you, Kimmie and Joe…”Shaking my head, I stood up and protested, “Please dad, I really don’t want to talk about them right now.”“Just – just here me out, son, that’s all,” he said calmly. “I’m not pushing anything on you.”I sat back down on my bed and with a resonant sigh looked at him.“All I wanted to say is I’m so –. With ever growing confidence, Jack picked her up and carried her to her desk. She wrapped her hands around his strong shoulders while he cleared stuff off her desk onto the floor. He laid her atop the desk and promptly penetrated her long-suffering pussy with his throbbing 7 by 3” cock. Briefly forgetting where she was, she screamed out at the heavenly sensation that ripped through her whole being. They both lost track of time and propriety as he plunged his energetic erection in and out of her.