I closed my eyes and began to touch myself, as my thumb pinched my nipples my hand slowly slid down to my pussy and my finger slowly penetrated. I was...so wet, just thinking about last night. This seemed to go on forever and then I realised I was stood in front of the window, masturbating. The thought, though so wrong, turned me on even more. I opened my eyes, in the hope that someone was watching and sure enough, there stood one of the neighbours, at his window, with his cock out. Slowly. When I smiled, acknowledging that I liked what I was hearing, she continued, “I’m Bork, from Sweden.”I prepared to shake her hand but remembered that, in these pandemic times, a handshake is practically akin to sharing hypodermic needles. She so appreciated what I was doing to her that she squirted for me, having extracted a large hand sanitizer from her backpack. And, smirking, she then asked, “If I come with you, do I have to pay?”“Not if I cum too,” I said, throwing my bag in the hire car’s. I tightly held onto my towel in disbelief at the situation I found myself in "Em, hey I think you better leave Mister!!" I said angrily, but he wasn't listening, He was just staring at my curves probably in disbelief at how a teenage Pakistani boy managed to get into this situation with an attractive semi-naked White blonde with a body to die for. "look, Ahmed just get out!" I said once again looking down at the obvious bulge in his tracksuit trousers, "You're beautiful Louise, I love you, I. They had been talking about going to our home for a night of "fun" as they put it. I quickly left.I raced home to get there before them. Early in our relationship we had installed cameras in our bedroom to record the excitement. I knew the cameras were there, I had looked at them last week. I put new disks in the recorders set them to run and left before they arrived. I broke a window pain in the kitchen door and left the door unlocked, turning the thumb knob with my hankie in my hand. The door.