I haven't decided if I was in heaven or hell. My mouth was dry and my lips felt swollen. So I sat up, swinging my bare feet to the floor and holding m... head in my hands.I could do it - I could go to Amy or mom right now, get a blow job to help me sleep, or fuck them and finally loose that stigma of being a virgin finally.But perhaps I should just jerk off - like I did last night after watching Sara play with herself. When I did it, I wasn't sure if it was the sight of Gerald's little sister. " Can you stay the night?" Yes, if I hit the road by 6:30 or 7 I should have plenty of time. To change the subject a little, or maybe not, I liked the sound of "honey" when I came back through the portal. When we first met you made it pretty clear that you were not ready to have a steady relationship. Is that changing?" Maybe, you sure don't come across like the committaphobic couch potato sport nuts I was used to meeting. I hope I'm not wrong in thinking that we have been working together well. That is, until she grabbed my throbbing cock and started rubbing it through my jeans. My cock was to the point of exploding, so I had to do something. I didn't want this to end before it even started. I picked her up and slid her jeans off of her tight body and exposed her black panties, with neon pink lace waistband. I sat her on the desk, and pulled her panties aside as I stared at her dripping pussy. It was stubbly, like she hadn't shaved in a few days, but that was fine with me. Her light. It was written by a husband who had come home and discovered his wife in bed with another man. He did nothing but watch. After that, he spied on her over and over again until one day she told him that she had seen him watching.After that, they arranged for him to watch more openly while she fucked many other men.As soon as I had read that story, I realised that I was a voyeur too. I started to devour stories on that theme in greater and greater quantities and as I masturbated to them, my dreams.