I nodded and he promptly headed down to get condoms. I got up and went to the ledge to look down at the watchman’s cabin.As I watched him rushing to...the cabin, I started stroking myself in anticipation. I saw him coming out of the cabin and heading back into the building. I went back to the same spot, took my shorts down and started fingering my asshole to get started for the session. He came back with condoms and a bottle of coconut oil. I turned toward the wall and bent over.He took some oil. Uncaring. Pulling them from my flesh in single rabid movements the pain an explosion of deserved self-abuse. Flinging them at the vision before me only to have them bounce ineffectually off the thick glass sheets that trap us, separate us. "Bitch. Bitch. Bitch." No longer just a thought; a screamed exhalation filling the air, invading my ears, caressing my trembling, twitching flesh. I wish for variety, to find other words; slut and whore, slag and cunt and cow and; but they won't come. I grab. There was a rumor going around that she was screwing Mario, a good looking 22-year-old landscaper, that has turned heads on our block plenty of times while working in the neighborhood on hot days without a shirt. The young man that earned money mowing lawns as a teenager, had done quite well for himself, owning his own business at such a young age.The rumor turned out to be true. Not only were Brenda and Mario fucking, they were making homemade sex tapes as keepsakes. Well naturally one of. I can see her hot pink bra over the top and through the net. Her chest is just this side of being too big and it heaves as she lurches and jumps as she plops herself on the counter. She lays across the stove, her back arched and twisting, her legs over mine, and her head in Thomas’s lap. I don’t have much of an opinion on feet, but according to Thomas, Dannie’s have a spectacular arch. She has great calves and amazing thighs, thick and muscled from years of playing soccer. Her waist is tiny.