He touched his dick again, deliberately, the results had been im- mediate and unexpected. The most intense pleasure of his young life had engulfed hi.... His organ had vibrated violently and gushed knot after knot of cum into his underwear. The violence of his orgasm had doubled him over. He did not know why he had not cried out. When he had regained his breath he knew that he was going to spy on them if it cost him his life. If he came like that just thinking about what might be going on. She had grown into a really sexy woman, with E cup tits (I had looked at the label on her bra in the laundry hamper a few nights earlier). She also worked out a lot, and had a lovely flat stomach and a firm round ass.Every evening she would walk around the house in a pair of thin, almost sheer pyjamas that clung close to her body, so close that I could easily make out the smooth outline of her vagina, clearly clean shaven as the smooth profile of the fabric revealed. I am sure that she had. She was not sober and she expressed her anger at me openly and I must admit that I didn’t understand why in the beginning. I should have, of course. By then again, I’ve known Maria since way back when she was a girlie teenager. I was a friend of her father, Bruno, a rather jolly but also a stupid man – stupid in that slow, tiresome way. He was something of a house tyrant in his family, that guarded his women, wife Ilse, and daughter Maria, as a hawk because he knew only too well who I was and. Along with a few other bated breathers, too," she laughed along with me.We continued to talk and tease as I drove all the way to Carbondale, so we had plenty of time to talk. But we avoided all the usual topics. There was no mention of strange abilities, or other women, of Watchers or Seers or girlfriends or troubles at school. No talk of miracles, spirits or medical treatments. Instead we spoke about our lives and what we wanted and what we enjoyed. We kept it light, but we both spoke.