I hold on tight to the trash can and let out a scream as the pain shoots through my body. I can feel hot tears streaming down my cheeks. You continue ...o pound my ass hard. When you think I've had enough, you pull out and I let out a gasp. Your hand strikes my ass hard, leaving a burning red imprint. You then place your hands on my hips; I can feel the head of your cock at the entrance of my pussy. You slowly push in, pausing every few seconds to tease me. "You want my whole cock in your. ’ David pulled me into his arms and held me tightly to his body. I breathed and took in his scent. His body felt warm and hard against mine. He began stroking my hair and my back. I hugged him tighter and looked up to face him. ‘Damn, this feels so right,’ he swore, and kissed me. Our kiss was long and desperate. Our tongues touched, lightly at first, and then rubbing against each other deeply. He tasted wonderful, felt wonderful, was wonderful. I ran my fingers though his hair and caressed his. He didn’t tell me he Loves me, I felt a bit low but I liked his truthfulness, he said what he feels and I too wasn’t ready for a committed relationship at that moment.From next day onwards college was back to normal and we got into assignments and stuff and did almost everything together. He had a professional and sincere approach towards academics and that kept me inspiring always. We used to enjoy a lot while going for workshop, he always used to drive holding my hand and sometimes we used to. I’ve seen a man leave the flat but I assume he may be her son. He could be her lover but I wouldn’t dare to guess. I can hope!To be truthful, I’ve watched Barbara at lot tending the garden, bending over and showing me her behind from the window. I imagined peeling off some of those hot washing line knickers and taking good care of her.Some call me a spy. Some call me an admirer. I call myself a slight voyeur looking for a good image to wank off to. I stroke my cock and think about Barbara.