How do they do this? Why are they not afraid of being seen? I was the only person near them but still, they knew I was there and that I would be able ...o see all this. Were they just so turned on that they couldn't care less? Or were they putting on a show for me?My pussy was hot from this. I didn't realize I was a voyeur. I couldn't quite understand why I was so horny with this taking place. Maybe I should get up and move away to give them privacy?No! I am not doing that. I am sick of being. Jason would have been irritated if she wasn’t so sharp. Every exclamation was spot on and more often than not echoed his own thoughts. As the game wore on, he found himself focusing less on the TV and more on the girl. He loved the way her cheeks flushed when she egged on a fight, how she would let out a little ‘oof’ every time someone was slammed into the boards. And when the Wild scored and she jumped up and raised her arms in celebration, he even caught a peek of her pale stomach. She gave. He was cute and I spent the night in his room." And where was that room," she was asked by a very serious looking treasury secretary.Shit, she thought. She knew what this was about. The guy had been a brother at Epsilon Delta. She knew that she'd been warned severely not to associate with guys from there but couldn't remember why."At his fraternity house." Her voice was a little quieter."Cut the shit," the president said. "We know that you were at the ED house last night. Do you not remember. “Oh, God,” she whispered, “stop for now, but I really needed that.” While she fought to catch her breath, I grabbed my t-shirt from the floor by the bed, wiping my face, and gently dabbing at her soaked crotch. Folding it to a clean spot, I wiped the sweat from her forehead and tossed it back to the floor. I propped myself up on one elbow to admire her breasts jiggling ever so slightly on her heaving chest for a moment then lay beside her, wrapping her in my arms once more.As her breath.