Peter circled around and drove down the alley. He parallel-parked next to the garbage cans behind his house. He tapped the recycling bin and panicked ...or a moment as it teetered, threatening to spill noisy cans all over the pavement. Peter held his breath until the big blue bin settled. Peter quietly lifted the latch on the back gate, tiptoed along the pool deck and patio, and stood in a shadow next to the French doors that led to the family room. He cocked his head, suppressed his own. I pause for a moment to admire your pierced belly button. I gasp at how smooth your pussy is. Your swollen lips are glistening with moisture, just like drops of nectar on a flower. Your scent is intoxicating as I slide one of my fingers inside you. A gasp escapes your lips as your amazing body responses and quivers at my touch. Slowly I begin to slide my finger in and out of your now ever tightening pussy. I stop momentary to tease your now hard and swollen clit with my finger. I then resume my. "Oh so you have k**s"? I asked. "Yeah but she is married now to one hot chub" (0-0)Yes I didn't let that go... One because if you read my other confessions and two A compliment is a compliment and when you always looking in the mirror grabbing your belly or ass and trying to fold it in the right way so your thinner...but you can't and it juggles back and you exhale and then notices your manboobs look a bit larger(or do they) and you raise your head a bit to create less chins then a china town. She was heading toward my end of the street. I was on the main drag, but it was a small town, and past my office, the properties started to spread out, businesses stopped and houses started, houses with high hedge rows and brick walls. It was pretty dramatic actually, how quickly the main drag stopped and the country started. It’s like the town grew, but then suddenly stopped, afraid to go any further.As she moved closer my radar was confirmed by my vision. I could feel my dick starting to.