Sean watched out his kitchen window as the scene unfolded in his backyard. The girl, a young teen, led a strange man toward the rear of Sean’s property, to the rickety old shed. He watched her grow frustrated, and then mad, when she found the shed padlocked.
Sean grinned, in his kitchen, as he reached into his pocket, removing his key-ring and examining the two shiny new Master-Lock keys. As he watched, the teen seemed to make a decision, and she led her man around to the side of the shed. She knelt in front of him and unzipped his pants with her frantic hands. Soon, she had his pants around his knees, and looking around, the teen seemed confident she wasn’t being watched. She took his cock into her mouth. The man grabbed the youth’s head and began to slowly thrust his hips. Before long, the man’s hands wandered down the girl’s halter top, fiddling with her small breasts, as his pants slid down to his ankles. Sean grinned again when he saw the girl’s hand slowly fall to the ground beside her, and begin to search the man’s pants. He needed to buy some binoculars, he thought.
Then Sean grew concerned at the thought of the teen being caught lifting the man’s wallet. He didn’t want her getting hurt on his property. He mentally kicked himself again for buying this fucking house just a month ago. He hated it, and he hated the ratty fucking neighborhood. Crack infested. He had foolishly rushed into buying the home, and actually thought he was getting a bargain at the time. If he sold it now, he would take a financial beating, for sure.
The man may have suspected the girl’s deceitful nature, Sean thought, because he suddenly pulled his hands out from under her halter and pushed her roughly against the wooden shed and restrained her arms. The man’s voice reached Sean in the kitchen when he hollered at the teen, causing Sean to wince as he wondered who else may have heard the commotion in his back yard. The teen, trapped, looked up at the man. . . and then opened her mouth. With his pants around his ankles, the man shuffled forward and began to face-fuck the girl, her head bouncing off the shed with each thrust. “Jesus,” Sean thought. “I need a security fence around my yard.”