The bay window is not more than four meters away overlooking the garden. Standing dead centre with her nose almost touching the glass is her mother. ...he is dressed from head to foot in shooting tweed. Her mouth drops open as her eyes are fixed on our perspiring bodies. I don’t stop screwing my wife as I consider not telling her that her mother has a ringside seat. Jo’s grunts indicate another impending orgasm as I decide, “Jo your mother’s watching us from the window.” My dick loses friction. She undressed slowly for me. She knew I loved to watch. “Are you going to touch your pussy?”She responded with a third video. Her legs were spread. The camera showed her neatly trimmed black blush. She parted her pussy lips and fingered herself I could hear her breathing. “I’m touching my pussy for you,” she said. “With my husband right outside.”“Did he fuck you yet?” I asked“No,” she responded. “I just have to keep fucking myself with my hand and thinking of you.”The next day she sent. Raheema came reluctantly and kissed the cock head and opened her mouth and took the cock in her mouth. She was too young and appeared very beautiful. Nisar asked her whether she has ever been fucked and she said yes, How many times, he asked. She said many times. He went near Fatima and squeezed her boobs and made her lie down on the bed opening her legs.He jumped on her and inserted his cock in her fuckhole. It was very tight and Fatima told him to go slow till full penetration is reached.. Since dinner was at Mort’s we needed to dress nicely for dinner. While not quite as formal as the Armonk House, at a minimum I needed to wear a jacket, and something more than jeans and sneakers. I chose a dress shirt, khakis, and a light blue sports coat that Kelly had given me for my birthday that spring. Like any of the jackets I had gotten since I had joined the MPD, they were all oversized so that I could wear a shoulder holster without looking like I was hiding something under my coat..