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The house looked deserted as it always did these days. As Anne parked in the drive, her mind drifted back. They?d had so many picnics and parties in the back yard over the years but she had some favorite ones that she always replayed in her mind whenever she found herself here. He would be asleep. She knew his schedule and always tried to arrive when he was sleeping. She told him that it was the best time of day for her and he accepted that at face value. But sitting here, reliving the memories of pool parties and cook outs she could admit to herself that she had other motives. She roused herself, grabbed the small bag she had in the seat next to her and got out of the car, quickly making her way to the patio gate. He always locked the front door, but left the glass patio door open for her. She glanced around to see if anyone noticed as she passed into the enclosed patio. Not that it mattered if they did. She had every right to be here, after all. She walked into the patio, heading straight for the lounge chair that was her favorite. It was still positioned as she had left it. With a glance she assured herself that he hadn?t changed his sleeping schedule. The darkness through the glass doors told her he hadn?t. She set to work. He was there. She?d known it the moment she arrived. He knew the schedule as well as she and always showed up, thinking she didn?t know. He didn?t realize it, but the leaves he was standing amongst rustled whenever he moved slightly. She?d learned to listen for that sound, even though she was careful never to look directly that way. She turned to face the south wall where he hid, pretending to be absorbed in the bird singing overhead. She stood that way a moment, teasing him. Sometimes she wondered why she did this, but it was merely a way to scold herself. She knew why. Right now, standing here, knowing what was about to happen, she felt an exhilaration she seldom felt in other circumstances. She?d felt it when she?d arranged the photo shoot with Mark and Steph, but that was the exception, şişli escort bayan not the rule. Her body trembled as she reached down and pulled her t-shirt over her head. Still pretending not to notice the hole in the fence, she removed her shorts, leaving her clad only in a tiny, white bikini. She stood still again, giving him a good look, letting the moment build. Then, acting nonchalantly, she pulled the string and dropped her top. Her breasts sprang from the material, the pinkish nipples already erect. She tossed the top onto her bag, then took a breast in each hand. She lifted them as if offering them to him, then let them fall against her chest. She took a nipple in each hand teasing both her flesh and his as she pinched them. She played with them for fully a minute before reaching down and lowering her bottom. She knew she looked good. The episodes with Mark had reassured her of that. Her shaven pussy was plump and swollen and she knew he was hard even without seeing him. Moving to the lounge chair, she sat on it her legs facing the south wall. She pretended to be examining her left breast, lifting it once more and massaging the nipple with her finger tip. Finally, she reached into the bag and extracted the lotion. Slowly she worked the lotion into her arms and legs. Then with lotion in each hand, she massaged her breasts making sure that one or the other was always clearly visible. By the time she put the lotion away and lowered herself onto her back, she could hear the other noise. It was a subtle rubbing noise that emanated from beyond the fence. She smiled at the effect she was having on the peeper. The script was unchanging so far. She knew from past experience that the noises would intensify and become almost frantic before the leaves would rustle once more, indicating his departure. She spread her legs and let her fingers move to her wet lips. She began to stroke herself knowing it drove him nuts. Spreading her lips with her fingers she swatted her clitoris back and forth, mecidiyeköy escort bayan letting him see right into her as she did it. Her breathing picked up as the sound of his stroking began to strengthen. She figured him to be young because he always finished before her. He rapidly built to crescendo, the sound of his whacking noticeable, though she doubted he knew it. Then silence. She envisioned the sperm exploding from his unseen penis. Her own stroking intensified as the leaves rustled one last time. She concentrated on bringing herself to orgasm, her fingers moving with practiced ease. She was so engaged that she was surprised, when the kitchen light came on. Shit! She?d always known there was a risk of being caught, but knowing and experiencing it are quite different. She looked into the kitchen. He was there, in his bathrobe. As she lay fully nude on his patio, he limped his way to the refrigerator. Opening the door, he then bent to look into it. She scrambled into her bikini, then seeing he was still busy, donned her shorts and t-shirt. Closing her bag she crept away from the lounge chair until she could claim to have just come through the gate. She took a deep breath, pushing back on the urging in her loins. This was going to be a long morning she decided as she reached out and opened the patio door. ?Good morning dad,? she called brightly as she entered the house. Anne Pierce had always been aware of the wantonness within her. But for most of her life she had suppressed those feelings, believing that they were wrong and forbidden to her. She had never been able to stop the thoughts from entering her head, but had become rather adept at dismissing them when they came on. She and David had been married 20 years when he announced his intent to divorce her two years ago. Shattered, and vulnerable she had stoically carried on, but the unbidden thoughts kept coming and slowly, she stopped dismissing them, choosing instead, to create fantasies from them, comforting her mind escort şişli and body with these forbidden thoughts. When her father had gotten into the car accident she had agreed to come twice a week to clean and take care of him. Her sister and brother came on the other days and together, they shared the duties. When she discovered the peeping Tom she realized it was an opportunity to live out a fantasy. She?d been wet for days after the first time and like a furtive smoker, she had kept coming back. The sex with first Mark, then Steph and Mark, were just more boundaries tumbling down as she explored this new and exciting lifestyle. She pondered all this as she fixed breakfast for her dad, Jerry. He was in a lively mood today, which she was thankful for. He?d been stewing the last few times she visited and she fretted that the limitations on his mobility were taking a toll on him. She wondered how he would have reacted seeing her nude on the lounge chair. He hadn?t seen her naked in a very long time, and at any other time, the unbidden thought would have became fodder for yet another fantasy. But she was too horny and her father was too near to be thinking of that. They chatted through breakfast. Anne talked about Steph?s school and Anne?s job. She had always been close to her father and they laughed and joked easily with each other. It was because they were so close that she had decided to help him with his bath each time she came. He had broken his wrist and shattered his kneecap in the accident and the doctor had declared that he could only take baths until it healed. He was adamant at first that no one would help him with a bath, but Anne had soon talked him into letting her help. They said nothing about it to the others, but twice weekly Anne would help him undress then guide him into the water. She would find something to do elsewhere while he bathed but would help him out when he was finished. She had discussed the whole thing rather matter-of-factly with him the first time, telling herself it was just a penis. However when they arrived in the bathroom and she lowered his gray boxer shorts over his bum knee, she realized that she had been looking forward to seeing him naked. His penis was average length and thickness, but it still turned her to jelly the first time she saw it.