EXTRACT FOR
Harry's Dirty Habit
(Ginny Watson)

Quietly Harry sneaked into Jackie's bedroom then chastised himself for such stealth, why was he creeping when he knew that she was out and probably away for hours?

A quick clean-up he thought as swiftly he swept away a small pile of plaster that had trickled down from the ceiling beside her bed. The location of the camera was just about perfect, and as he inspected the damage he realised that unless Jackie actually hunted for his camera she would never spot it. 

And I get to see you in bed. Once again his imagination kicked into gear and a familiar swelling sensation visited his groin as he pictured his sister-in-law lying atop the sheets, naked and pleasuring herself.

I won't get that lucky, Harry shook his head to dispel the ever more erotic scene playing out, and anyway, I'm just doing this to get a quick look at her snatch.

In the bathroom he noticed that his drill had dislodged a small lump of plaster leaving an obvious brown spot in the flawless white ceiling. No big deal he thought as he produced a small bottle of correction fluid from his pocket. The contents had been replaced with white paint, and balancing on the edge of the bathtub he had soon masked his activity.

Now this camera promises to be the best! Again he closed his eyes and pictured the scene, Jackie, naked, bathing or massaging her lithe body with lotion.

Stop it! He warned himself. Now his erection was beginning to strain in his pants, just one touch and he felt sure he would explode.

Check the third camera he told himself firmly, then suddenly realised that he had miscalculated.

Wrong bloody room! He peered at the ceiling above the shower but saw no sign of hole or damage, and the floor was spotlessly clean, no trace of plaster dust.

"Well It's too late to reposition it now." he whispered to himself, before deciding that two cameras were probably enough for what he wanted.

Quickly he checked his repair in the ceiling again, then smiled, it wasn't as perfect as the camera beside her bed but it was still almost invisible... he was sure to get a good look at her pussy.

And what is this?

Harry glanced nervously at the door as he raised the wicker lid of the laundry basket and gently lifted out a pair of well worn panties.

You dirty bastard he groaned softly as he ran the tip of his finger along the pale yellow stain that sat along the crotch. Her wet pussy, her pee! He lifted the fabric to his nose and inhaled her scent. Oh my God Jackie, you smell so wonderful!

Harry touched the tip of his tongue to her dried juices and shuddered, the taste was sharp and sour but he knew he had never tasted anything finer in his entire life.

This is so wrong he shuddered, but Harry was far beyond the point of decency. With her dirty panties pressed hard against his nose and tongue Harry tugged his standing cock free of his pants and gripped the shaft hard in an effort not to cum too soon.

I'm a pervert, he groaned as he looked around the bathroom and felt his focus settle on a bar of part used soap sitting damp in a shallow dish. Oh Jackie, the next time you wash! A strong spurt of thick cum landed across the pink bar. Harry groaned painfully and squeezed his shaft hard as he dropped the panties and quickly grabbed the lone toothbrush from beside the sink.