I cannot tell you how many times she would come spend the night at our house, and late at night, be wearing nothing more than a pair of tight shorts o... a skimpy t-shirt that would leave my imagination running wild, and my hormones in an uproar. I cannot tell you how many times I'd masturbate wildly at night, watching porn and fantasizing about her long after the girls had gone to bed.I know that sounds dirty, creepy and sexually twisted, but I could not stop thinking about her. She just simply. Maybe I don’t want to share this.” He laughed.She replied, “There’s enough for everybody. I get bored sometimes without anyone to talk to.”“Talk to?” He laughed again.“Just the big cocks though.” She gave him a naughty smile.He kissed her gently on the cheek and walked out. She stepped into the bathroom and used a damp towel on her still tingling pussy. I had to blink my eyes to see if I believed what I had just viewed. And my wonderful spying had just started! I began to imagine scenarios of. His body pressed against me. My legs slowly wrapped around his waist. The bulge in his pants rubbed against me. It had been seven months without sex, and we were desperate for each other. We hurried to the bedroom. I was on my back, John was on top of me. He kissed me as he stroked my face and hair. He removed my sweatshirt, and kissed my breasts and neckline.His top was off already. We both pulled our pants off, and wrapped each other back up in our arms.We laid there gently caressing each. He briefly considered teasing her, making her beg for his cock, but the desire to be inside her was too strong. Frank thrust his hips towards her, his hand funneling his cock into her dripping wet cunt."Oh, oh, oh, yes," Fiona moaned as Frank's dick filled her. He had pushed the limits of her patience, but it was worth the wait. Her lips curled into a smile. All the teasing and foreplay had ignited the fuse of her climax. She had no doubt that she was going to come quickly, and when she did she.