The water that she pushed out was perfectly clear, but she knew that she had to have another one, just because. Because she had been told to, because ...she knew what she was supposed to do, because -ultimately- she was a good student that did what she was told. So she kneeled again and accepted dutifully her second irrigation. On all four, she accepted the slow flow of water into her bowels and reached for her pussy. No need to be bored - besides it was good to get in one good orgasm in the. Take it. Tell me what you think.” And she handed me her thong. I began by looking at it. Cute, black, tiny, very sexy, but today it was different. I opened it up to find the crotch covered in a thick, whitish glaze. I rubbed my finger over it and found that some of it was still wet, or, rather, soft, because it wasn’t “wet” wet, but rather “gooey” wet. Sort of like cum, but from a girl. I rubbed it into the crotch and found it coated over the layer already there, and began to. His climax followed soon after hers, and he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for being an aural voyeur. The guilt never lasted long enough to stop Pete from masturbating with his neighbor. He developed a Pavlovian response where he’d pull out his cock without thinking about it as soon as her telltale moans began. Two months after his first session of stroking to his neighbor’s lusty moans, things changed. It wasn’t just moaning now. She was clearly talking, and talking to someone that was. Wendy's later performances, if anything, resembled a tired porn star or whore that was just going through the motions, and she seemed to be relieved when everything was over at the end of each video. There may have been a few genuine smiles at a few pleasurable erotic moments with her partners (especially with a particular one lady who was in many of the group scenes with Wendy), but there was little 'love' for what she was doing expressed. I began to feel better about seeing the last few.