Muffled screams passed through my walls and it did sound pleasurable. What was worse, though, was all the devilish and wicked things I imagined they ...ere doing. So eighteen year old me was getting crazy erections; erections stiffer than an icebreaker in the arctic ocean. Hearing them at it, I just had to get a closer look. So I went outside on to my balcony and positioned my chair so that I could enjoy the heat too. The curtains were closed, covering most of the sliding door, but I could see. “Because… its… hitting my… g-spot,” she barely stuttered and moaned out.Her moans grew louder with each slow grind, then I grabbed her ass harder, making her grind against my cock faster and faster grunting each time she moaned.By this point I was thinking, ‘This is one of my lucky days, I better not let this pass too quickly.’ So instead of pumping her pussy like a madman, I began to take it slow and teased the crap out of her as she tried to ride me fast and hard. I was able to slow her down. The result was alive—that’s the only word I could find.I saw something emerge that I’d longed for over the years. I got a hint of it in Ralph. It was not quite holographic, but as you moved from one side of the painting to the other, you could see the couple lean in for their kiss. Not much, but enough. I’d captured movement. It was so exciting I wanted to shout and show it to everyone, but I couldn’t show this yet. Four times, yes. That isn’t a career. I moved the easel to the corner and. Reaching up, rubbing Roses pussy gently, and leaving his hand there so that when he pumps into Ashley's pussy, Roses pussy feels his hand as well.Continuing to pump Ashley, I see his pubes begin making contact with his hand and he moves it so Rose feels them against her pussy. He was very close to cumming in Ashley, and slows the pace, pulling out. Carefully, he takes the tip again, and rub Roses slit, parting the labia with the very wet tip now, allowing the tip to be hidden in her labia, but.