I took a tour of the house and got into some of the family's personal stuff. I discovered that the mother was an attorney. Finally, a rich woman who wasn't just a complete gold digging whore! How refreshing! This home was smaller than the other one I invaded the previous day. The daughter, though, was left alone until the mother finally returned after eight. The daughter came home about an our after she went swimming and, about 15 minutes later, her boyfriend showed up. They immediately repaired to her bedroom . He was an okay looking guy facially, but had a a surfer's body and skin tone. Her bikini was off in a flash as they rolled around in bed making out before he attacked her nipples.

She had undone his pants and pulled his already hard cock out and was stroking it until the sensations from the suckling on her milk ducts caused her to lose herself. He got up to shed his clothes and then told her to suck him. She got on all fours on the bed as he stood next to the side of it and she stroked it a few times before sliding it between her lips. He let out a pleasured groan. I positioned myself behind her and buried my face in her vulva. She looked behind her for a moment and then resumed rubbing his dick with her tongue. I sucked and licked her clit, which was swelling with blood as she became more and more aroused. She was now moaning on his cock as it glided in and out of her piehole. She subconsciously splayed her legs wider and shoved her ass back toward my face. Her bj was having its effect on her and her passion was rising due to a combination of my ministrations and her general arousal from the situation. Her head became a blur going back and fourth on his fuck stick and that earned her a heapin' helpin' of his cum just as she was feeling the electrical charges of her orgasm course through her. The semen dripped out of her mouth as her mouth hung open from the brain neutralizing effects of the climax and her body quivered. It was totally hot and made me super wet.

She laid on her back again and he dove between her legs, drinking her wetness from her garden before slathering her sensitized clit with his saliva and rolling his tongue over it. I bent my head down over hers and gave her a quick kiss before I moved down to her nipples and sucked on them like a starving infant. She hit me a couple times on the head when she went to play with those tender milk ducts and I quickly pulled away waiting for another opportunity to suckle them. When she began to convulse in ecstasy, I increased the strength with which I sucked on her milk duds .

The boyfriend scooted on  top of her and forced his flesh hammer into her. She wrapped her legs around him and I stood and watched, my hand inevitably ending up in my vulva and moaning and sighing right along with them as his hips flexed over and over to spear her and feel the sensation of his penis being squeezed by her vaginal muscles. The room filled with the smell of sex, bodily and box spring noises and sexual exaltations. I felt that familiar tide of pleasure barreling through me and it was all I could do to remain standing as he repeatedly targeted his missile at his girlfriend's heat. She cried out breathily when her orgasm flushed through her system. At that moment, I had two fingers inside me strumming my g spot as I viewed the constant rhythm with which his little monster rampaged into her sacred hall, bringing her off again before he could no longer restrain himself and jetted his burden deep into her.

They laid still for a couple of minutes resting while I sat on the floor, my brain also drowned in endorphins. She went to the bathroom, presumably to wipe the cum off of her pussy, and they left to do God only knows what. I made myself another sandwich and then sat on the couch in the living room to watch the news. The dog curled up next to me as I absentmindedly scratched it behind the ears and petted it. As I said before,  the mother finally came home at eight, but the daughter didn't come back until midnight. This is something that became a theme as I made my way through the communities of the affluent, the out  of control nature of their children due to negligent parenting.

I spent the night there sleeping in a guest bedroom, though I couldn't close the door and nor use the blankets since the mutt would immediately start scratching at the door and the homeowner would see the bed clothes with a big mysterious lump in them (i.e., my body). I slept fitfully, but was alone again when I woke up.

I had to go home just to collect my mail and return whatever phone calls I might have gotten while I was gone. It took me nearly four hours riding the bus before I was back in my own place. At 11 p.m., I started my car and drove it around a bit to keep the engine working as it should (in case I  needed it to flee due to a natural disaster). My heart was pounding out of my chest the whole time at the possibility of being sussed by the police, but none were in evidence and I pulled back into my garage without incident.

I came up with a new gambit to get food, too. I called up a local pizza delivery place and and ordered an extra large pie and told them that I would leave the money, including tip, for it in an envelope on my door and they were just to leave the pizza at my doorstep because I have a germ phobia and didn't want to talk to anyone. It worked. That was enough food for me for three days, but it was a little bit of an expensive way to go compared to making a batch of pasta for oneself, for example.

After staying home through the weekend, I was becoming restless. So I decided to take a walk to the local high school. Now again, keep in mind that I'm totally naked when I do this, so it felt weird to be ambling through crowded hallways between classes with my boobs hanging out, but there was also something thrilling about it, too. I also sometimes walked between two boys and groped their crotches. I also grabbed a couple of the male teachers while they tried to give their lectures.

That got boring, though, and I went home. That night, I pulled another black bag job at the supermarket so that I could keep myself fed. They had to keep their backdoor unlocked due to the fire laws, so there wasn't anything preventing me from running out of it with bagfuls of groceries.

The next morning, I got up at 5 a.m., showered, then walked about two miles into the wealthier (though not uber rich) side of town. I couldn't take the bus because no visible folks were taking it in that direction near where I lived. I stood around one of the cul de sacs and saw a garage door begin to open across the street. I quickly ran into that garage before the door commenced lowering itself. There was another car there. I sat around waiting for the door into the house to open. About an hour later, the wife, who was dressed professionally, and her two daughters, entered the garage and climbed into the car and were gone about a minute later. I didn't hear any dogs, so I went through the door into their kitchen and immediately hit the fridge. I first went for the fruit because I needed the vitamins and sugars they contained and then finished off some leftover pasta. I didn't eat before I left home to preserve my food supply. Therefore, I munched away until I was full, topping it off with ice cream for dessert, if you want to view it that way. As I usually try to do, I washed my dishes, put them away and left.

I cased the neighborhood. Most of the houses had dogs living in them and nobody seemed to be home in the others. I walked over to an adjoining neighborhood. A garage door opened and I scrambled to get in under it. Gingerly, I pushed the door from the garage to the kitchen open. Nobody home. I remembered that I saw a second refrigerator in the garage and I checked to see how well it was stocked. It was packed. The household was a family of five. The kids were elementary school age. I stuck around, which, to be honest, was tedious. But it was worth it. At about 1 a.m., I very quietly loaded up a plastic shopping bag with stuff from that fridge in the garage, which included ice cream, chicken and tv dinners. I also snagged some fruits and vegetables from the fridge in the kitchen and snuck out the front door. I was sweating bullets the entire time I was scurrying home. I took side streets where I could and even used a couple of alleys and arrived home safe and sound. The combined take from that house plus the supermarket had me in good shape for the next couple of weeks.

I kicked back at my place for the next three days. Saturday, I boarded the bus for my favorite beach. It was now late May and college and high school kids were beginning to congregate there to beat the late spring heat. There were some amazing bodies on display. I sidled over next to this one group of high school girls who were laying on their stomachs and sat as close as I could to the one nearest the lifeguard tower. She, like her friends, were all oiled up and they had undone the straps or ties of their bikini tops to avoid tan lines. I could see the sides of some nice soft tits being compressed underneath their nubile forms. I leaned over and took a nice whiff of the one girl, who smelled like cocoa butter. That made me instantly wet. Her legs were slightly parted. I attempted to slip a finger under the crotch of her bikini bottom and into her pussy. She yelped and reflexively looked behind her, exposing her B cups to one and all. When she didn't see anyone, she put her head down again. This time, her legs were completely closed. I tickled her feet and she yelped again. "Okay you guys, which one of you is messing with me?" she wondered. They all said "not me."

She retied her top and turned over to lay on her back. She drizzled more oil on herself and rubbed it in, making her skin glisten slightly. Her legs were somewhat open again, so I pressed my palm and fingers against her pussy over her bottoms. She let out a small noise and then caught herself. I took my middle and ring fingers and put more pressure on it and began to massage her clit. She had a look of consternation on her face because she didn't know what was happening, only that her clit was becoming stiff and there was something pressing on it. She squirmed and waggled the bottoms around, figuring that maybe they had ridden up on her. After she did that and laid back down, I applied friction to that area once more while I leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. She jerked her head away. I forced my mouth on hers this time as I stimulated her clit more forcefuly. I pulled my lips away and she stifled a moan. She suddenly announced that she was going to the bathroom, the spoil sport.

When she left, I positioned myself on my knees right in front of the middle girl. She was built slightly bigger and was still on her stomach. I leaned over her and slid both hands under her bikini bottom and grabbed a handful of ass. She was now the one yelping and displaying for the rest of the beach her puffy C cups to see who was fondling her. She also refastened her top and went to kicking it on her back. I assume she closed her eyes behind the sunglasses she was wearing. I bent down over her and kissed her gently. She looked around like, "what was THAT?" I kissed her hard, pinning her head to her towel, and flicked her nipples with both hands, which had snaked under her top. The other girl saw the middle girl's reactions. "Jen, what are you doing?" she asked in a somewhat embarrassed tone. "Uh nothing," the middle girl attempted to cover. "Why were you shaking your head like that?" "I don't know," was all the middle girl could manage.

The end girl rehooked her top and turned over on her side looking at her friend. "Are you okay?" she worried. "Yeah, I think so," the middle girl muttered.

They had been played with enough, I thought. I didn't want them totally freaking out. I walked along the beach and saw this hunky guy coming out of the water. What a tight, muscled body he had! He was probably 18-19 years old. He was only about my height, 5'10", but oh well. I followed him across the sand to one of the rental units that lined the strand. The first floor sliding glass door was open. There was an older guy, probably early 20's, drinking a beer sitting on the couch. My target went to the fridge and got himself a cold one, too. Hey, underage drinking at the beach! An American tradition since the inception of the republic! He flopped down on the couch a couple of feet from his buddy, who was watching a baseball game. I was on the arm of the couch next to Mr. Hunky and gave his cheek a quick smooch. I giggled inside as he flinched when he felt my lips on him. I reached over with my righthand and gave his hard chest a little rub. He brought his hand to his chest and made a motion like he was swatting my hand away. I had pulled it back just in time, so no problem. I stood up and carefully insinuated myself between the coffee table and the couch. I bent at the waist and braced one hand against the sofa back. My other hand ran up and down his crotch, finding his limp cock. "What the fuck?" he verbalized. "What is it, bro?" the older dude inquired. "No biggie," Mr. Hunky endeavored to play off.

After Mr. Hunky had reclined against the couch back again, I resumed molesting his dick. This time, he sat dead still, perhaps at a loss as to how to cope with this without looking either like a total douche, a pussy or just flat wacked in the head. I kept rubbing it and it started to bulge through his swim trunks. He coughed to try to suppress a moan. He had a pretty nice extension going on and I was not getting really wet wanting to climb on to it. I very much wanted to pull those shorts off of him so that I could get a look at what felt like a rod of some substance. The fun ended, though, when he went to the bathroom, probably to rub one out. Mr. Hunky then said he was "going over to Debbie's." Forsaken again. Story of my life.