Before she came back from work, I cleaned up her room and put everything back, except the tape. I wanted her to know that I knew. I don't think she no...iced for a few days, but then she started looking at me funny. She caught me checking out her tits when she bent over to pick up some laundry. She flushed a bit but said nothing.I was going crazy with this secret desire, living so close to her but unable to have her. I stayed up nights with my ear pressed against her bedroom wall, dying to hear. I started to buck my hips, ‘oh yes, fuck yes.’ I also had to move the vibrator around up and down, left and right, so that it felt like it was bigger and was opening me up. My hubby’s cock is okay at five and a half inches and nearly as wide as two fingers. But as usual my fantasy was to have a bigger, thicker, stronger… Well you know. Then would you believe it, ‘fuck,’ the doorbell rang, ‘shit.’ I’ll pretend I’m not home, I’ll finish myself off, I need to finish, I so desperately needed to. When I stop shuffling, you will draw a card.” He opened the chest and Krystenah knelt next to the box. He patted her head and she leaned into his touch. The first shuffle yielded the 8 of hearts. That didn’t seem too bad: eight strokes. I had taken 21 no problem, so eight should be a walk in the park. I walked over to Krystenah, who knelt, her back straight, her tits pressed forward. I had a mad impulse to push her head into my crotch and rub her face against my increasing wet cunt. “What is. She hadn’t wanted to lock him in, but she wasn’t comfortable with leaving him, dead to the world, unprotected in an unlocked room. On her way out she spoke a few words to the landlord who lived on the ground floor, a thin, elderly, stern and tight-lipped man. A few friendly words in passing, hardly more than a greeting, accompanied by a nod and a faint smile — so casually spoken that he could not even really remember them afterwards. What he did remember, though, was the ice cold shiver they.