He was younger than my mum, in his late twenties, always creeping around the house at most unexpected times. He was a construction worker and his body was nice and strong, I had to admit that much. xx video After all, this was more my home than his. I never sat on the stairs listening again. I shook my head no, yet still didn’t move. He smiled and ran his hand through his hair. Little pleasures that I gave myself did not compare to the grandiose fulfillments of her sex life. Often, in bed at night, I would be reminiscing of what I had heard earlier in the day and my hand would slip down my knickers, rubbing wildly against the bud of my sexuality, but very disappointedly, I never seemed to have reached the ecstasy
