In a harsh whisper she demanded attention. “You filmed us? All of it? How Could you?”“No Darling! I Didn’t I could have. But I’m not like ...that.” her face softened slightly encouraging him to go on.“The system doesn’t work like that. I knew you were home, so I never set it to record.” “But you just said”“Yes. You can access the cameras and listen live. But unless you set it to record, it doesn’t” “So you saw us, and heard what”“Heard Everything. Saw bits and pieces. I could have changed the. "Don't hold back, bud, just give it to her," he told me, holding her hips while he continued to plumb her depths."I'm close, Janet, so close," I moaned, which seemed to only encourage her to pump me faster."So is she, buddy, so is she," Mark offered.She backed off a little, sucking the top of my cock, while her hand stroked me feverishly. With a groan I thrust up into her face, unloading, filling her wonderful mouth. She swallowed repeatedly, sucking me, and I felt her whole body tremble as she. I was allowing myself that guilty pleasure of what it would be like to possess her when I felt that familiar straining in my jeans and I knew I had to sit down fast or face embarrassment. So I dropped into the nearest chair at the table and hoped she didn't notice the growing bulge in my jeans.I was just thinking that I had got away with it when I noticed my beer all the way on the other side of the kitchen... still sitting on the bench. Following my eyes she must have read my mind cause she. It was true whatthe two social workers said, he was weedy and effeminate. He hated sportsand what where considered manly pursuits. He had recently developed apenchant for fashion design and considered himself hip. It was theseventies and fashionable teenagers were mostly slim, androgynous types,with long hair, wore chic fashionable clothes and considered themselvesartistic. He even had both ears pierced and wore a small black ankh ineach earlobe.William was lucky that his parents had plenty.