His excitement was obvious, as I could see his cocktremble and a bead of pre-cum formed at his tip.Inside the car her breathing was heavy and laboured...not just from my efforts I suspected. Her eyes werestill glued to the cock, mesmerised and dreamlike sheasked;“W-what do we do…”I didn’t answer, trembling myself, I reached up andswitched the interior light back on as my own heartpounded.She blinked in the light, bright in comparison to thedarkness that had so recently. ”“Whoa... that is... But why didn’t you freak out? I mean, I ate my lil sis out and I fucked myself with that toy...”“I loved that show and I have to confess that it wasn’t the first time I saw you. I mean soon after you started to masturbate I saw you do it. It was amazing watching you. Of course I often saw you naked but watching how you fuck your pussy was so exciting... I started to spy on you more often. When I jerk off I think of you fucking yourself. I sometimes even pretend to be your. Like Mom's potato salad, and to a lesser degree, my guacamole, it all had taken some care and more than a little skill from the person who brought it. As if they'd put a part of their heart into what they brought.Looking at all the food, thinking of all the care and the pride, I realized how lucky we were to have all these people, many of whom I never met, care about us. I wondered if something similar had occurred a couple of thousand years ago when a few thousand people gathered to hear a man. Been only three days into a seven day ordeal, Brett needed to find waysto occupy his time. Television is often the first thing that comes tomind, but he found himself flicking through many channels only to findthere was 'nothing good on.' And he'd watched all his DVDs so many timesthat he'd lost interest in them. Some people may have turned to a gameconsole next, but Brett had spent too much time in his futile attempts atchasing women, that he'd never considered buying one. He did have.