Someone watching me? I grabbed a cushion and covered myself the best I could.From what I could discern, the watcher was female but when she realised I...��d spotted her, she disappeared. I was shocked but also quite excited and aroused at the thought that someone had been watching me masturbate.Then more questions flooded my mind. How long had she been there? How much did she see? Did she watch when I fucked Carole? Or did she only see me masturbate? And who was she?There was one way to possibly. None were apparent.“Now as I happen to know, from secret observations, the twins were VERY close as teenagers, it appears...”“Wait! You WATCHED US?” Sarah was a bit startled. Rebecca was heading towards hostile.“Ladies, you were in my parent’s barn! Of course I had my own secret hiding places there. You were sixteen, I think and I was about ten. I wasn’t really sure at that time as to what the heck was going on, but it was VERY interesting. You were hiding, so I knew not to let anyone know, but. “I have fulfilled the requirements of our agreement. Thy livelihood is secure, and thou art happy – the familiar has informed me of this.”“The familiar?” he asked. “You mean Nahash? She told you that I was happy?”Was he happy? Introspection was not one of his strong suits. It could be so hard to determine one’s own emotional state. But, the more he thought about it, the more correct the evaluation seemed. He no longer pined for Becky, his drought of intimacy had ended explosively, and for the. I just let everything go and swallowed half of their loads. It was almost like being in love. They didn't "love" me, of course, and I don't think I wanted them to. But they needed me, and I loved being needed, even if for their sexual pleasure.*When I got to Jake's house on Tuesday, the place was eerily quiet. There's a strange Goldilocks vibe to a house that has been full of people but they all just left. There were open suitcases all over the place and air mattresses on the floor in the.