His whole body was racked with pain and he wanted at least one part of his body not to hurt. He was standing under a graffiti-covered bridge while the...rain hammered outside. While he didn’t make a smile or even a grunt, he was relieved to find a half-eaten hotdog. He walked outside and sat on a bench, gorging himself on the ratty food. He leaned back, letting the rain wash away the dark bloodstains in his clothes.Carter was in his early twenties, had medium-length matted hair, and a shady. Jess had made breakfast, so it was only fair that I clean up anyway.Emma was standing under the stream of the hot water taking deep, calming breaths. What was going on with her? Three days earlier, no one, besides herself of course, had even touched her pussy and now she was sitting naked with her new neighbors, sleeping naked with her new neighbors, and letting one of them go down on her; the same one that she had help masturbate.And yet, she didn’t think she regretted any of it. They were. You stop stroking my cock but you keep it in your grip, squeezing harder until it feels as if it will explode, as wave after wave of your orgasm explodes through your body. You shake and judder to the end of your orgasm before rolling off and laying on your back panting, while i lay trying to catch my breath after the near suffocation of your pussy in your throes of passion, face soaked with your cum and my cock aching for it's own release. Rolling toward you I kiss you on the mouth, letting. The last time I had a note on my door with that written on it, it was from my window watching neighbor. I grabbed it off the door and rushed in, dropping my purse and briefcase on the floor inside the door. I went over to my favorite chair and sat down. I tore open the envelope in a rush to see what was inside. I pulled a single folded sheet of paper out; opening it I started reading,Hi My Voyeur,I see you pacing by the window each night and wonder what you are thinking. I especially like the.