"No, no ... I'd like that," she said bending over to gather up my coffee cup. "Sounds like fun in fact," she added. "More coffee?" Yes, please."I wond...red briefly if she'd done that on purpose, or hadn't thought about it, not realizing her exposure to me as she leaned over picking up my cup, basically displaying herself, presenting to me that barely covered, likewise near perfect ass of hers. But even more so, the sudden appearance, the outline of her lips pressing against the material of the. I said "dont bother, its ok". Apaarently she took that as an invitation to touch me again as I felt her foot touching my leg now, rubbing up and down a bit. I was surprised by her attention, looked at her again and she gave me another warm smile and I smiled back. While we continued playing cards, I felt her foor getting higher and higher long my leg, passing the knee and now rubbing my inner tighs. As we continue playing cards like nothing else was going on I felt quite aroused at the time and. Some call me an admirer. I call myself a slight voyeur looking for a good image to wank off to. I stroke my cock and think about Barbara sitting on my face.I never really saw anything much except really big thong panties and a lace bra or two until last night. It’s summertime here in Brighton and Barbara lives in the flat directly across from me. Her window was open with the curtains pulled back and the light on.I kept my light off and looked across. I could not believe what I saw. There was. "Of course! How could I forget. Ok, hold on, I need to brew it up..."Fart-Girl grinned and placed both her green latex-gloved hands onto her belly.She paused and bent over slightly, pressing her hands hard against her stomach.She was concentrating as her tummy brewed up the desired gas she needs.Her tummy bubbled as she focused hard.She then turned around, placing her hands onto her knees as she leaned over forward.Buttsniff-Girl stared at her bottom. There was a long cut-out slit around the.