She felt so good and warm as she pressed back into him, starting a mini tug-of-war over who could press into who more. Finally he held her hips agains... the desk with his hands and pulled out, sliding back in to hear her low moan. Back and forth he moved, working his way to a climax while she writhed and whimpered underneath him. Finally sweaty and spent, he slouched back into his chair to survey the situation. If Greg liked her pussy before, he loved seeing it now. Her lips were even brighter. I didn't move it, just peered through. Immediately an apartment in the building opposite came into sharp focus. I chuckled delightedly as I debated whether Mr or Mrs J was the voyeur. Maybe it was both of them. I tried to picture them both out here on a summer's evening, wineglass in hand, taking turns to peer through the telescope, but it just led my mind to places it didn't want to go when thinking about my parent's generation.The apartment was pretty open plan. Through one large floor to. His curiosity brings flashes of memories you'd like to forget as soon as possible. You see the woman you loved with her greedy hands around another man. Then, you find out that not only is she cheating on you, but she's cheating on you with your brother. Even now you don't how the heartless little shit accomplished this behind your back. If not for the nagging sensation in the back of your mind telling you harming your own brother was bad, you would have strangled him to death on the spot. But,. “Our pediatrician got the details of her DNA paternity test since her birth certificate didn’t list a mother, but you are definitely her father. He didn’t bat an eyebrow. Having no mother of record, just as newborns left at hospitals and churches, made things so much easier for us to adopt her as our own. If you hadn’t been the father, we would have needed to do a bunch of paperwork and go to court to see if they would let us adopt her. Oddly this is more common than I ever expected. He told me.