I haven’t even seen him or anything yet. How does he do this to me? Right now, all I know is that I needed his mouth in me badly, NOW. Finally I arr...ved home. I stumbled in my heels as I exited the car. I slammed the door, holding my brief case. I walked up the porch and opened the already unlocked front door. I walked in and shut the door. ‘Babe?’ I called out. He appeared in the hallway. ‘You’re home.’ he said, twisting a smirk in his words. ‘How dare you do that to me at work, and over the. For myself, I am a die-hard voyeur and have been for as long as I can remember. Starting with my mother and onto my sisters and female cousins, I quit being a peeping Tom due to the possibility of my being caught and exposed as such. My wife and I are prominent members of our small community and work in government agencies within this very small community and our very lives would be destroyed if caught.My wife as made contact with a woman, via Face Book, who owns a distribution company for. She pulled back and looked at me shocked, “I didn’t mean it like that, Bron.”“I know my love. But sometimes I forget to tell other people things, expecting them to already know what I know. I simply assumed when I was altering the containers to become our rain barrels that you would know I’d put my favourite spell on the other boxes.”She chuckled, “You should have seen Foxi’s face when she pushed the chest in, and it shot to the back of the box and looked like it was further away. She squealed. His eyes kept darting to his grandfather, whose air of contented enjoyment had not ceased. If anything, the arrival of the meal made it more pronounced and, as the old man ate, his eyes were once again busy watching the room as if he were sizing it up like a warrior about to do battle. His Uncle Salvatoré looked at his sparring partners in a similar manner but grandfather was no warrior.There was a disturbance of the easy flow of happy conversation and laughter. All eyes went to the door as a.