I pushed a finger I into her wet pussy and it was very wet. She lifted her skirt so that I could see myself play with her and her juices were starting... to make the tops of her tights wet. Turning her round I squeezed and mashed her bum then lowered her tights, “bend over” I commanded. She bent at the waist and held her knees, using pussy juice I lubricated her anus and then inserted first one then two fingers, she squirmed, “hold still you whore”. Taking one of the dildos I worked it into her. I then decided to go a step further. After pulling the stray hair out, I placed the hair brush down on my dresser, and faced my big mirror, which put my side showing. I then grabbed the hem of my black t-shirt and pulled it up over my head exposing my 34b cup tits to my neighbors. I let my shirt fall to the floor and I continued to stare at myself in the mirror. My nipples were erected, and were feeling sensitive. I glanced to window with my eyes again, and saw that Desiree and Dale were. I wanted to somehow fuck her, fuck her at any cost. So I made a plan.After about a week, on a Saturday evening I went to her place knowing that she will be alone. I went. She was sweeping the house. I was enjoying her bending sessions.Then I asked her to start with an English lesson. I asked her to mark a paper I did previously. I was standing near her on the dining table. She was wearing a short nighty without any inner wears as usual. This time I could see her half breast with a nice view of. After he had touched her picture three options appeared. 1-Add memory2-Change memory3-Delete memoryNot knowing what to do he chose the change memory option.An infinite list of titles apeared like "20 years old anniversary" or "First time with Steve. " There was a ton of filter option but it was set to default to "most important to less " and the first one was "Marriage to Phil". He tapped on it and a 20 pages text appeared.Peter felt like a mad man on drugs, a dangerous combo. He did not bother.