He spied on her from his bedroom window when she was tending to her garden in the backyard, dressed in her summer dress or in her cut-off denim shorts... and skimpy halter. He changed his routine to cross with her when she made her short walks to the local market or the post. On those occasions he always exchanged a shy smile or a quick wave, but he never had the nerve to stop and speak with her.At nights he would dream of her. Dreams of heroism and gallantry with her in the role of a damsel in. She moaned and lowered her head, at the same time spreading her legs a bit further apart. Her nipple was erect between my fingers, a stiff little bud under the attention it was receiving. I let the middle finger of my right hand play between her lips and as it brushed her clitoris she squirmed yet again. I allowed my finger to press further between her lips until it was in up to the knuckle. She was so moist that it was easy to pull back and then re-enter with two fingers.She let out an 'ooh'. He spoke for half an hour straight, then began to tire. He figured if she didn't believe him now she would never believe him. "I could go on for hours but I think you have the idea."Quietly, she said, "I believe you. Now we have to see if there's any way to get you back to where you belong. But I have a feeling that you probably have more questions than I do."In the next hour, he found out many details of his new life. He had been a secretary working for an accounting firm. He quit his. "I got 100% occupancy bar this room. It's a house full of girls..." George paused and waited for the objection and shook his head. "Yeah sorry, I know. But it's a house full of girls, they're OK." Yeah, if that's all what's available," Adam muttered. "I'll chuck some stuff, well most of me stuff, in storage." He surveyed the house again and shrugged. "Yeah sorry, I'm just waiting for some house sales to go through but they are occupied. I think the next free property is after Christmas. Loads.