Dave Williams lived alone. He was 46 and looked good for his age. 6”2, dark brown eyes with long curly lashes and almost black hair – short and tousled. His wife Helen had left him a year ago for his best friend John. The split had left him devastated and he hadn’t left the house much since. His days were now spent surfing the internet for porn. Sweet virgin teenage pussy. It was a growing obsession, spurred by his neighbour’s daughter Claire. Sandra and Pete had always been good friends of his, but since Helen had left they had been pretty distant. Over the past year Dave had watched Claire bloom into a beautiful young woman. Her Anadolu Yakası Escort breasts had grown round and firm, her waist had become more defined and her ass had become a magnificent booty. Many nights had been spent searching for a porn star resembling her, but it was becoming clear that Claire was one of a kind. Each morning he sat at the kitchen table eating the usual burnt toast and swigging his sugary tea whilst watching this beautiful creation dance around her room. She had developed the lovely habit of opening her curtains before dressing… This morning, Wednesday, she had acted Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan differently. She woke earlier than usual and then spent a long time posing in front of her mirror. He was fascinated by her choice of underwear – the white with tiny pink hearts. Usually she only wears those when she goes out with friends on a weekend… Now he was sat in his study at computer. He was positioned next to the window, waiting for the evening show. He looked out across the street and directly into Claire’s room. She was late home again… Why hadn’t Pete picked her up in the car? Something Escort Anadolu Yakası was up. Had she found a boyfriend? Dave prayed to God that she hadn’t. His attention went back to the girls on his computer screen. A blonde bombshell was screaming like a banshee, while a head of brown wavy hair sucked hungrily from her pussy. Dave leaned back against his chair, resisting the urge to grab his throbbing member. He imagined the girl was Claire, licking her best friend’s clit. He enjoyed thinking that this was what happened at their sleepovers… His boxers strained against his erection. His t-shirt hung loosely across his body. An old ‘Sex Pistols’ top from his younger days. A light went on over the road; Claire was home. The smile on her face told him she’d had a good day. Very good – she started taking off her clothes right in front of the mirror. She’d forgotten the curtains again. Dave’s hand slid into his boxers, gently running his fingers across his testicles.