“I don’t want a place I can do anything,” she corrected me. “I want a place where we can do things. How long do you think it will be before on... of your neighbors starts to take pictures of us on the deck? How long do you think it will be before a horde of photographers stations itself right across the street from the roadway? Then all your neighbors will hate us for living near them and subjecting them to that crap. Hell, one of the websites might buy a house nearby just to put a photographer. "I don't mean we have to do everything right away, but you push me away from anything more than a kiss--" Don't you like to kiss?" Sure, but that's not all," I said. "It's just hard to really be boyfriend and girlfriend when you don't trust me enough to let me go any further than that. When you shut me out completely."She looked at me, sort of hurt, and then, like it was the greatest sacrifice ever made by womankind, she unbuttoned her top button and took my hand and set it on her chest, over. A minute later, he bumped against me again. And this time he stayed up against my back. I knew now it was on purpose, because I could feel his full erect dick pressing between my ass cheeks. “OMG, he really must be huge,’ I thought. It was starting to penetrate and separate my ass cheeks like a knife. I thought moving move away from his contact, but there was really nowhere to move to. That fucking huge cock pressing between my buttocks started to get me arousal.I started thinking about that. From the bedroom, he could hear their rising cries, the sounds of their bodies slapping together, flesh on flesh, flesh in flesh. He went back to the window. Inside, Michael was fucking her rapidly, furiously, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips swinging up and down and back and forth, bobbing and bucking violently, savagely over hers. His cock pistoned and plunged furiously in and out of her cunt. She gasped and cried out, her body jerking and arching, snapping and lurching under his..