Peeping Girl III

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It was consuming me. I found myself looking at couples and wondering what they would be like together, fucking in their bedrooms. If they left the lights on or hid in the dark while they did it, and how often did they partake in the pleasures. Since my dream I was feeling as though there was a warning. He even told me in my dream that I was walking a dangerous path by spying and peeping like I was. God. What would I do if I came across a couple that weren't so understanding? Somehow the warning wasn't good enough to keep me from the prowl. It wasn't long before the need took over common sense and I was lurking around the park. With the change of season, surely the spring weather would bring more couples out to play. bursa escort The path that trailed to the wooded area of the field was long, and wide enough for traveling by car. There were tire marks back and forth there all the time. This evening just before dusk I decided to maybe stray from the path and just take a look into the woods. There were benches set up for people to rest and empty beer bottles and cigarette butts were tossed about. I'm wondering now just how many people use this park for more than casual walks, and how many lurked here later at night under the stars after families leave for the night. It was obvious to me that there was much more to this place then meets the eye. No luck. Maybe the grounds were bursa escort bayan too wet from the rain the day before. I started home a bit disappointed that my hunt was unsuccessful. It was getting darker and I was just half way home. I noticed the lights inside the houses coming on. With the shades open, it was really quite easy to take a quick glance into a bedroom where some unsuspecting victim might just feel comfortable enough to undress there in front of the windo. I said victim? That means my subcouscious mind knows what I am doing is wrong, and certainly against the law. It was then I noticed her through an opened window. Older than I was, I thought as I watched her sit on the edge of her bed. Doesn't she escort bursa realize I can see her? I slowed my pace and before any warning I was making the turn towards home. Wondering what she was doing or going to do my curiosity got the best of me. I threw my hood over my head and crept between her house and the empty wooded lot. If I angle my self perfectly right here I can see into her room. It wasn't long before she picked up her phone and smiled. Her face was flush, embarassed at whatever was being said on the other line. I sat right on the wet grass. Right there. It was darker now and I was sure I was safe here. Her hands moved slowly through her hair as she listened to the caller. She looked about her room with a more than a wicked smile on her face, and layed back a bit on her bed. But not out of my sight. The angle may have just gotten better! Her mouth wasn't moving much, she wasn't talking but her eyes were getting heavier.