When I got home, I had another wank remembering her watching me. But I stayed away from that bus shelter for a while, particularly avoiding that time ...f day. It pays to be careful. I thought I was safe enough, but you never know.But after a few weeks, I felt it was safe enough and again, after a few beers I was waiting at the same bus stop at about the same time and I saw her again - the same woman, the same bus stop. It wasn't really intentional on my part, but I wondered whether I had. Usne meri taraf dekha aur muskura dii return me maine bhi use ek smile di aur uska haath maslne laga maine idhar udhar dekha sab so rahe the maine dhire se uski peeth ke piche se haath dala aur uske boobs ke taraf le gaya jaise hi maine uske boobs ko chuva mujhe aisa laga ki mai kisi bhalu ki khal wale kapde ko choo raha hun,Mere chune se wo mast ho rahi thi mai bhi dhire dhire use aur daba raha tha, thodi der baad maine use kiss kiya short wala aur isse garam hokar usne bhi mujhe kiss kiya wo. Iwondered, "is she masturbating"? The idea of watching her excited me,although, I had never been with a woman, I had always had the desire todo so. She looked completely relaxed, her hand was definitely movingslowly beneath the blanket. Her eyes were closed, her breathing wasregular and even.After about 10 minutes of observing her, I felt my panties begin tomoisten. I fantasized about walking over and sitting next to her andpossibly offering my assistance. I wondered if she would be open to. The light olive skin she inherited from her Sicilian ancestors is the hallmark that sometimes gives her Italian ethnic background away. She runs her smooth hands all over her body, trying to understand why her idiot of a husband Giuseppe isn't satisfied with the Italian Duchessa he has waiting for him at home. Her body is tight and lightly muscular like an athlete, yet, also features killer curves in all the right places. She has that thick Italian ass that still grabs all men's attention when.