I realized that this wouldn’t last as her bathroom would be repaired soon, and so I hurriedly made another peephole in her bathroom too. So after sh... started using her own bathroom, I started peeping from that door. But like all good things, this one didn’t last. One day, I went and looked into the peephole and.. Blackness. I couldn’t see anything. I looked again. Nothing. I realized that she had finally seen the hole and had covered it from the inside. I was disappointed and went away. That. Not to mention a hell of a lot more self-respect than some people.’ The woman glanced at the attention we were getting and paled. The mood of the watchers seemed predatory, but I didn’t feel like they were hunting me. She tilted her nose up in the air and whirled around without another word, walking toward the front of the gallery. I stood there and laughed at her retreat, shaking my head. What the hell had that been all about? The crowd started moving again, now that the show was over. One. Slipping a finger inside her wetness almost drove her crazy with passion but she was eager to taste herself before heading out for the day. Her skirt rode up as she got in her car and when pulling out onto the street she noticed the mailman give her a smile, realizing at that point she had inadvertently flashed him. This made her smile and she couldn't resist touching herself as she drove to her destination. Getting out of her car she couldn't help but notice the faint smell of her aching. I woke with a start. Jenny was kneeling next to me and gently shaking my shoulder. Jenny lay down by my right side and snuggled up to me. She ran her fingers through my hair, down my neck and began stroking my back. She leant towards me and kissed me on the lips then I felt her tongue push into my mouth. I pushed my tongue back against hers and we both quivered with excitement. This was my first experience of proper kissing like grown-ups do. Jenny’s left hand was holding my neck pulling our.