"I've been wanting to feel your cock inside me for so long. I don't know why I didn't come on to you sooner." I've been watching you, too," I said. "S...is, you're one of the easiest girls to spy on I've ever seen."Cyndi gasped in mock surprise. "You've been spying on me?" All the time. It's an obsession." What--what did you see?" She smiled as she looked into my eyes."I saw you doing some very kinky things with Rod. And those three other guys. And more than that I saw you changing your clothes. If she could have, she would have stopped off at a hamburger joint on her way home.But she was living with a man who would expect her home, expect dinner, would get all huffy and macho if she suggested eating out with her paying the tab. And since his money had been deposited too recently, there was no way he could pick up the tab. If she were to lie down for a while after she got home, he would want to lie down beside her and do stuff. Doing stuff was fun much of the time; George was an. We continued kissing, my lips lightly touching hers, and then pressing harder against them, and then back to kissing her deeply; my tongue dueling with hers. Kissing her was so amazing. It's just one of those feelings that can't really be put into words. Her lips fit perfectly with mine, like two pieces of a puzzle.It was as if we read each other’s minds, as our hands both simultaneously wandered south; my hand slid under the elastic of her short shorts, as her hand slid under mine. I felt her. In retrospect, it was nothing but foreplay.And then one night he began to wash my pussy, er, my privates. I didn't know why, for my pussy wasn't 'dirty' and I instinctively shied away, giving him what I'm sure was a funny look."What's the matter, Sharon? There's nothing wrong with me washing you there. Look, I'll even let you wash me there."And so, feeling very adult at that statement, I took a washcloth, soaped it up and washed his cock. It was hard then, but it was always hard when he was in.