My daughter is twenty-five, but still lives with me. She has a boyfriend who frequently spends the night. The walls are thin and I've always been able to hear them making love. I have been alone for many years now and it was a thrill to hear it. I often pleasured myself thinking about her boyfriend doing those things to me instead. Now, I've taken it to a new level. I crept to their door the other night and opened it slightly to watch them. I enjoyed my secret thrill and am looking forward to the next time they begin to make love so I can repeat it. -Joyce, 54