- you see I put cameras everywhere, the image is good?- Yes perfect- You will start the sound, you should hear everything, see you at 8pm!I must admit...that I awaited the fateful hour with impatience and excitement!I was connected twenty minutes before 8 pm and I was looking at the neighbor’s living room. He was sitting in an armchair, watching a porn movie on his TV. He slowly masturbated his big cock, apparently being careful not to come. At 8 minutes to 2, I heard the doorbell ring. The. ." She took a drag, looking at me from the corners of her eyes and blowing smoke away from us. She tilted her head, and her eyes talked to mine. She said amiably, "Might be okay."Ah, I thought, that good old, working-class, Deep South accent. Where "might" sounds like "matt", and "alright" sounds like "awlratt." Now, don't say okay," I said gently, "If you don't mean okay."She gave me the dry version of her smile again. "I usually say what I mean." She looked down. "I do now, anyway. Not that I. Now that she was no longer worrying about her friend discovering her dirty secret, she began to focus on her current situation. She was sitting in her bed, which she’d just peed in. Her sheets, duvet and mattress were soaked and a pool had formed around her bottom. The clothes she had on were also dripping wet, plastered to her curves and smelling of piss. She was also really excited. Slipping a hand under the duvet, she began to stroke her pussy through her pissy panties. The warm, wet. She could hear the boys playing outside. The laptop sat on the desk she always sat at every night. She opened it and waited for everything to load. After that was done, she logged into MySpace (yeah, yeah, lame) and found her friend’s page. He was online, which was hardly a surprise. Nina sent him a comment to his profile, ‘Hennick, what’s going on friend? I’m bored at home, you got plans for yourself tonight?’ Nina hoped he would have plans tonight, considering it was Friday and he normally.