I gulped, before shaking my head as I began to prepare for my entrance. I exhaled sharply and began to bounce on the balls of my feet as I let the ins...irational music begin to fill my every cell. I felt my focus sharpen, my adrenaline increase as I watched the dance in front of me…….this was what I was born to do. I could feel the eyes of the supporting dancers stood behind me upon myself, as they gathered to watch the climax of the show from the wings. I heard them give me some words of. .MY BOSS SHOULD BE OK,IVE BEEN TOLD HES CALLED CHARLIE ADAMS.aLEAST THEIR WIKL BE SOMETHING TO LOOK AT EACH DAY,SOMEONE TO POUR COFFEE FOR.THIS WAS GOING TO BE A GOOD DAY,I JUST KNOW IT.I SAT AT MY DESK WAITING FOR MY TELEPHONE TO MAKE SOME KIND OF NOISE..BUT NOTHING,SO I TOOK A WALK,TRIED TO LOOK BUSY EVENTHOUGH I REALLY DIDNT KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING.EVERYONE WAS BUSY AT THEIR DESKS,SOME DIDNT EVEN BOTHER TO LOOK UP,GUESS I HADBETTER GET BACK!!UPON RETURNING TO MY DESK,I HEARD A YELP FROM HIS. I remember reading them and feel my cheeks burn as my body would react to the images that book would induce within me. And although my imagination was very creative and detailed, I wanted visual cues. So soon enough I had a notebook, marked “Biology” as a subject, with all kinds of crazy drawings I would come up with. Girls bending over, men having their ways with them. Girls inserting things into their cunts, assholes and rubbing their clits. Guys jerking their cocks, while watching girls. Every sunny day in the weekend during the summer my neighbor would sunbathe in her bikini. She was around 45 years old with half-long red-dyed hair and had a great, full-figured body. She wasn't very tall, I guess roughly 165 cm or 5'4, and had great breasts. They were at least a D cup. Every time I saw her I couldn't help but masturbate while I peeked at her from my bedroom window. Even when I was in my own garden and heard she was in hers as well, I would race up to my room to watch her and.