From that time on I started fantasizing about her and we would often exchange long glances over our backyard fence. One day I was in my attic and I op...ned a small window for some air. It was low to the floor, about waist high. I noticed that from that angle I could see most of Val’s bedroom. Late one night the light in Val’s room was on. Looking out the window I could see her folding clothes and putting them in a dresser. My cock got rock hard just watching and soon cum was spurting out of. He was also just plain mean. I'm not really sure what he was after, but I got the impression that he wanted some sort of professional absolution. He'd done some pretty terrible things, and I believe he wanted an expert to tell him that it wasn't really his fault. I wanted nothing to do with him. I gave him the name of a renowned psychiatrist and told him that I wouldn't see him unless he agreed to take the medication I was sure a psychiatrist would prescribe. That's a bit of a paradox, really.. She sighed more air, and licked my penis head, gently at first, then quicker — around and around my penis . . .Shivering thrills shot through.“Oh my god, Kari.”“Like this?” she asked from below, her breath hitting me. “Do you like it?”“Oh yes?”“Do you like this?” I heard a kiss as her lips clasped together on my trunk and sucked momentarily.“Oh yes. Taste it, Kari.”“Taste me,” Kari said back.I sighed and Kari groaned as she licked again, around and around. Would she put it inside her mouth?. "He heard the man gasp. There was a silence as Ray watched the painting with his back to the other man."What is your name again?" the other man finally asked."I knew a guy once. He hated this writer. This guy was good at only a few things. But unfortunately, or fortunately depending on your point of view, hate was one of those things. He felt that the writer had wronged him. Had hurt him and his family. And you'll never guess what he did. It was actually kind of funny," Ray said with a small.