He was talking to me, in a low, soft voice, still sounding short of breath but I wasn’t hearing him. I felt strangely out of it, almost remote from ...he proceedings. Excited by what was happening, yet numb and unable to move. The consequences of the developments over the last few days weighing heavily on me. At a time when I should be having a ball I was laden with guilt and concern about how matters were going to play out from here on in. By the end of the evening Christine Harper would be left. I wonder how I learned about being dirty. I'd had a man's cock in my mouth around the same time as the Hazel soft fucks. I was m*****ed but I was intrigued the big cock in my mouth except for the chocking he did to me when I didn't want to suck. He put it in my mouth at least three times. My father got worried about the guest taking so long in the washroom and came upstairs to my bedroom and bashed him. Maybe the m*****ation was before Hazel and that's why I wanted to be dirty. Or maybe doing. I hadn’t given a hand job for about 30 years so It took me a while to get back into the swing of things but I was soon back as a naughty 18 year old sucking and wanking Mark’s dick whilst Jason was now fingering my pussy and licking my clit, It felt amazing being in a doggystle position between two well hung cocks, I was really working Marks cock with my hand and mouth, that’s how big his cock was, I was loving it that much I was moaning loudly while having a cock stuffed in my mouth, Jason. Your apartment building is very close to mine & you can look down into my 1st floor bedroom. I know that I got you this time. I’ve tried before, but you never looked. All of my apart- ment is dark. I lie on my bed in my dark bedroom and adjust the mirror on the dresser so I can check on you. So I can watch you…looking at me… here on my bed. You both are having a great time removing your cloths, laughing & kissing & playing around. As I stand in front of my window watching.