. the same kind you hear in an apartment when somebody upstairs starts to move around a little too actively. But this was a one-story building and the... only upstairs was a roof that there was no outside access to. He just chalked it up to being tired and windy weather outside as he tried to focus again on his work.The sound caught his ear again, only this time it wasn't overhead — instead coming from a back room. There shouldn't be anyone but him in the building, so curiosity got the better of. He stops at the door, cracking it open to take a smoke. I don’t smoke, but I’ll gladly stand and talk to him if he’s there when I’m finished loading the dryer. He is still there. He’s watching me, as I bend over to tuck the laundry into the dryer. I can see him watching, and he makes no secret of it. His eyes tell me stories of what he’d like to do with what he sees, and what he doesn’t see. I wish I could live some of those stories. But life is complicated. We both know it, but the fantasies. " I continued to kiss them, tasting her juices through them, slightly tangy and sweet. "Shit, that's good," she said. "You're driving me crazy. Here, watch out." She rolled onto her shoulders and neck in half a backwards summersault. Her thumbs hooked into the sides of her panties, and she pulled them up over her ass. God, her ass! It looked amazing, round, and soft. She drew the underwear quickly past her knees, off her legs, and tossed them aside. "Okay, Bill, this is important," Mel. It took a while, but we both began bucking as cum streamed over each others pumping fist and spattered on the floor. We stood, holding each other up, catching our breath. Stephen raised his hand to his mouth and, looking at me, ran his sweet, thin tongue over the back of his hand and wrist and I watched as my semen began coating his tongue. He put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled my mouth to his, our tongues lashing furiously, and I tasted my own cum for the first time. Stephen.