“If you take yours out and let me watch, I’ll move the blanket so you can see me too.” Billy suggested, as though we were discussing wether we�...d watch an Inspector Cluseau movie, or Doctari. I don’t remember giving it much thought, as I shoved my thumbs into the waist-band of my boxers and shoved them down to my feet. I wrapped my right hand around my rock-hard cock and started stroking it just as slowly as Billy was stroking his. Then he stopped, but only for a second as he pushed his sheet. "You're making me wet, and you haven't even touched me. How?"Bill was overjoyed at her revelation, "Well, it’s a gift I have," he laughed. "On a scale of 1 to 10, how wet are you?" Oh my god!" Karen laughed at his directness. "Well!" she disclosed, "at the moment, I am a 3, but closing in on a fucking 5!"Bill laughed as he squeezed her bare leg. "So," he said, "top up or down?"Karen had never thought of herself as an exhibitionist, but she let caution fly out the open window. Bill had that. He was tall and athetic, his hard cock was sliding in and out of my wet dripping pussy. It would go in and out and I could feel every inch as it slowly penetrated me. I was laying down with my legs around his hips and his strong and rough hands on my soft breast while he was thrusting harder and deeper, reaching places no one had reached before. I was no longer a virgin, a few moments ago he had taken my virginity, the pain had already passed and now I was submerged in deep pleasure. I was. Sunita made out with me sometimes in the verandah and one late night we had sex, fully nude, in the verandah against the door of that empty flat.That was crazy and horny and since then Sunita would put on her skimpy one-piece lingerie to see me off to the office. Sometimes she would also hand me her panties wet and smelly and put it in my office bag so that I was horny enough when I come back.One day, as I was leaving for office, I found someone was in the empty house. It seemed to be a voice.