Yes, I am watching you, but from where, you will never know. Maybe you are the first to read this and maybe you aren't, who gives a fuck, you are read...ing this now and you will never even know who I am.Well, for about a month I watched this one house. There are three people living here, a father, a mother, and a sexy little daughter. The father is gone most days and appears to be about his mid forties. The mother is still very hot and is a stay at home type, unusual for this day and age. I think. So he bought a restaurant here for her to manage and to keep her at a distance,” Martina grins.Now it all makes since. Martina’s father told me that he fixed the problem. I remember him saying that it benefits Martina and him. I start to say something when I hear the front door open. Martina’s mother walks into the kitchen with a large pizza box.“Oh, thank you George for helping us unpack,” she says putting the pizza box on the counter. She looks to be in her early thirties, the same age as my. "Dr. Evans cancelled class at the last second, thought I'd come over and spend some time with you," he said as he dropped off his backpack."Sure," Jen started, before being cut off by his lips on hers.Jason slowly backed her up to her bed as they kissed, their tongues battling. Her hands held on to his powerful arms as he lifted her on to the bed and joined her."Okay, stop," she smiled as she softly pushed him back. "We can't go too far right now."Jason pouted for a moment before kissing her. With her slicked back hair in a tight bunch on the top of her head and the slutty make-up she was the full-on porn star whore she had always secretly wanted to be. When she saw herself in a mirror she almost came and sat down quickly, her pussy leaking juices. As she leant back her legs parted and she saw the flash of the camera. She looked straight at the lens, widening her legs even further, and thought about sucking the photographers cock Mmmm.. She wondered what it tasted like and how big.