"It's okay, I'm not mad. You just scared me!" I say. She looks up and smiles, "Okay! I'll be sneakier next time!" She replies. I finish putting eve...ything away under the watchful eye of Felicia. After which, I head into the living room and drop down on the couch. "Did my phone ring when I was gone?" I ask Felicia, who had followed me into the living room. "No, nothing rang." She states simply. I nod and look up at the ceiling. "Are you hungry?" I ask her. "No, I'm fine. If you're tired you. Naive & inexperienced as I was, I failed to understand the message. I asked her to raise the bowl for the soap. She did not respond and continued to look at me.That’s when it struck me!! My heart nearly skipped a beat. Could this be happening? What if I was mistaking her messages, if I tried fooling with her, would my parents get to know? I wanted to be sure, not make any bold approaches. I grasped her hand that was holding the bowl and lifted it. As my hand closed over hers, her lips parted. It was at this point that I realised that this might not actually be a fantasy that was going on in Jo's mind. "Are you serious?", I asked, desperately trying not to cum. I couldn't believe what I was hearing and I had never been so turned on and so hard in my life. "Have you talked to someone about our fantasy?", I whispered, hoping that the answer would be "Yes".Jo began to kiss me harder again, her breathing becoming heavier, "I talked to Chris about it, he just needs to know that you are. I actually started stalking her. It just took me 3 days to find what time she leaves to the office and what she comes back. Every day she came back from work at 11 pm. We stayed on the 5th floor. I’d stay in the balcony wait for her car to enter the street, go down running and come home in the same lift with her. My grandfather as I told you slept early. I used to tell her I went for a walk. We spoke for the first few days, as I helped her in the house the other day. But 18 year old going for a.