Fortunately the spy camera in Wayne's living room still ran. Since I had nothing to do over the summer holidays, I spent much of my time spying into t...e neighbour's house.The reason why I never saw Erika when I grew up was because her father always kept her inside. By watching the spy camera pictures, I started to understand how painful Erika's life was. Unlike my dad who completely ignored me, Erika's dad was obsessed with his daughter. It seemed like he wanted his little girl to grow up to be. She was now laying, face down, on the bed naked and displaying to me a very fine rear view of her womanly assets. Indeed, for a woman of her age she had a splendid little bum, still firm and wonderfully smooth. Gently, at first, I massaged both cheeks together, and then slowly, oh so slowly my fingers parted her crack. Strangely the dark hair that surrounded this area of her body enhanced the glimpses of pink when her labia were parted. She was remarkably neat and tidy here with no loose folds. After few minutes I say on a chair and she sat on me. She started jumping on me. We both enjoyed this position. But I love missionary. So gave it a try. I started fucking her in missionary style. I asked her if she knew the name of the position I was fucking her.She said no.I said it was Dharam pracharak sthan.She didn’t get the joke and said “kuch bhi mat bolo”.I again started fucking her.I would push my dick deep inside her pussy as to reach to her eggs.She moaned, cried, laughed, smiled,. Some part of me wasstruggling. Struggling with the idea of writing stuff about what kind ofboys I would like. I was beginning to feel very confused. This wasbecoming too real. I stammered at first and couldn't get the words outas I faced her on the cam. Her eyes seemed to bore right through me. Sheseemed to know things about me that even I didn't know somehow and shebroke into an amused smile as I finally got the words out:"Umm Miss Alyssa maam. Umm I'm not sure what to write about boys. Umm.