" he said. He smileda second at me. "I guess you were a day or two ahead of me." You know it's him?" I asked, my tone as light as I could fake it.He n...dded. "Signed the form, I saw it. Paid his hundred bucks and gone." And you're sure someone didn't do it for him?" They're pretty tight down there," he said. "They want to see yourlicense, see the cash. It was him. No question."We sat a while, watched the waiter clear the plates. I thought I'd playedthings badly; told him pretty much everything I. It wasn't long before the girl's top was off and he was greedily licking her breasts and nipples. Seeing how no one was home, and I was already getting hard I decided to go ahead and remove my shorts and shirt. As I continued to watch, the outline of my cock in my briefs became increasingly visible. I subconsciously began to rub my hand over the outline of my cock. The man on the screen then moved south, as he pulled off the girls soaking panties, and began running his tongue all throughout. With my left hand I begansqueezing and kneading my breasts, pinching my nipples, groping my body,while with my right I started spreading my labia and probing deeper intomy new vaginal opening. Before I knew it, I was pounding away withthree fingers inside myself, frantically squeezing and pinching myselfall over with my other hand, feeling the slow electricity of femalesexual arousal.After a few minutes, I realized that I knew that Kylie had a specialfriend for times like this. I got up, one. The ventilation opening was right above a large passage connecting the bathroom to the kitchen.The landlord was about 50 years old and was a professor in a local college. He was a straight forward serious person who talked very little. His wife who was much younger than him was about 30 years of age. She was a shy person, quite pleasing to look at, but for some reason looked constantly hassled and unhappy. I later found out the professor had married her after the death of his first wife who was.