My first mistake was to lust after her. My second wasto begin spying at her door. I still don’t know why Idid it, maybe I just needed to see wha... myimagination only dreamed of.Hours after my wife was asleep I would creep down thecorridor, treading lightly to avoid creaking thefloorboards. At Farah’s door I knelt, breath held,eyes glued to the keyhole. Nothing. She remained theperfect picture of adolescence snuggled into herpillow, clutching her teddy. I never even got to seeher. He spent all day yesterday, his one day off, painting bikes and returning necklaces. And his sister bought him a new phone to go with his Fire. The whole thing reminds me of one of my favorite short stories, O Henry’s ‘The Gift of the Magi.’ I would summarize it for you, but if you have not read, you really ought to. I am sure in this day and age of computers and e-readers you can find it somewhere for free. Thing is that story was written well over a hundred a years ago, so I guess all this. ...but there was another part of me, the drunk side of my brain, that was telling me to relax and enjoy the ride. I had to admit, it felt good. He was doing the trick where he was blowing on all the wet spots and it was driving me crazy. He pushed my legs back even farther and dove right in, I've never felt a tongue on that part of body, ever...but it felt incredible!! He would gently push his finger in my ass and, because it was so wet back there, it slid in easily.When he finally came up for. Her head pushed in and out on Steve’s now rock hard cock. She was licking off his pre cum. Steve was face fucking Dylan. Dylan pulled off Steve and slid up the bed rolling over getting up on her hands and knees. Steve got on his knees and grabbed Dylan’s hips plunging his cock deep into her waiting hot wet throbbing pussy. Dylan screamed waking up Elin. Steve thrust in and out of Dylan fast and hard. Dylan was grunting with each thrust in and gasping when he pulled out. Dylan had a massive.