Yes the ‘real thing’ for me is seeing girls for real, either out my window, through a fence, sitting in my van in my mac or standing on the street...in my mac. That’s the real thing for a life-long dedicated solo-sex wanker. So it’s a joy to see these lovely girls wearing such sexy outfits, much more than I normally get to see. Us pervs are ogling, one is jerking through the holes in his coat pocket, quite obviously, ogling the girls then looking round to see if anyone’s noticed him. Later I see. Why?”“I remember an Emily in Coalston on Hackey Road. I don’t remember her babysitting. She had a son and I’d take him Kit Kats when I went over.”“I know,” Jessi added matter-of-factly. “Do you think this is enough closet space?”“How do you know? Were you a neighbor?”“No.”“Then who are you?”“I’m Jake. Or at least I used to be Jake.”“What the…”“Yeah. I was Jake. Now I’m Jessi. It’s been twenty years. Momma died when in a meth explosion a couple of years after you moved away,” Jessi started. “My. You started stroking his cock and it was leaking on you. You pushed him on to his back and sucked and licked his cock until it was wet with your mouth. You ran your hands up his legs and fondled his balls. He moaned. Then you straddled him and took his cock and rubbed it on your wetness and put it in you. You both paused and savored the moment. You started moving up and down and I can see your wetness on his cock. His hands are all over you, caressing your body. You start to plunge up and down. ‘Me neither. I didn’t realize the water would be so high already.’ Yanking my shirt up over my head, I reveal a black lace shadow cupping my fair skin with diaphanous material. Grayson’s eyes were wide with a hungry surprise when I turn to look at him. Smiling wickedly, I ask, ‘Boxers or briefs?’ ‘Huh?’ Stunned by my fast and unexpected strip — quite thoroughly distracted by the sight of my barely covered breasts — the meaning of my question slowly penetrates. I unsnap my jeans and push them.