Few weeks had passed and one afternoon and as a routine practice she was serving lunch to me on the dining table and where I usually sat with my legs ...pen apart. For the surprise of my life, she stood very close to me; she had come so close that her soft inner tights were in contact with my right knee. As she started to serve, she bent closer to my face and her body odor coupled with smell of her sweat, turned me on. I had never felt her body so close to me; There was pin drop silence and this. A quiet smirk crossed my lips. Two weeks passed, and the scent of cock on his lips enthralled my imagination. On nights he said he was 'late', I went out to buy a strap-on, anal plug, and lube and taught myself how to use it properly. I even bought a pair of boxers to hide the strap-on in. Saturday mornings were the start to a long, playful weekend; but only after he started the laundry. While he piled the clothes into the washer, I slipped on the strap-on and the boxers and sat at the edge of. "They pulled a solid looking low table into the middle of the floor, putting cushions on it and draping her over it, then Matt kneeled at her head, while Johnny was behind her. She could feel his cock nudging against the entrance to her slit, as Matt's was brushing against her cheek, then Johnny lunged into her hard, and Matt slid into her mouth.They soon got into a rhythm, and she tried to focus on the cock in her mouth, but Johnny was fucking her hard, hands gripping her hips as he hammered. I had no window facing her house but I did have one looking out into my backyard. I opened it up and stuck my head out. I couldn’t see out far enough so I climbed out of my window and looked. Janet was lying comfortably in a bathtub. With her bright lights on I was pretty sure that she couldn’t see me standing there in the darkness. I leaned against my siding, I knelt down, and finally I got a chair to sit on, out on my roof, watching my neighbor take a bath. I was a peeping Tom, I was a.