Using my binoculars, I peeked through the window and across the street at Mrs. Indian sex As I waited, I felt my heart beating in my chest, felt my hands starting to shake, felt saliva gathering in my mouth until I almost drooled, and then she entered. I followed her across the living room until she disappeared from sight before I noticed, because of the wide angle view through the binoculars, her bedroom curtains were not tightly drawn together. I felt as if I had been transported to a surreal universe where everything happened in slow motion. She reached for a facecloth and bent forward slightly to wet it under the tap causing her ass to push back (where imagined my face was waiting) before wringing out the facecloth. After the facecloth was wrung out, she held it her right hand and raises her left arm so she could wipe the sweat I so wanted to lick from under her left tit.
