The figure moved closer to the window, revealing it's self to be a woman. I could now see her, from her feet to her stomach. She had a dark, untamed b...sh. My heart began to race faster. I could tell she was a larger lady, and I yearned to see the rest of her. Before I even thought about touching myself, my hand was on my cock, stroking it from over my jeans. It was turning me on so much to watch this unaware stranger be naked and walk around her room. My wish was then granted. She. She had to do it. As she slowly crawled into the room, she found him fast asleep on the bed. The sheets were pulled over his body still. She made it to the bed and got up onto her knees. She quickly rubbed her pussy to keep it stimulated as she looked over his sleeping body. She glanced his handsome face with his long dark hair, in a scruffy style. She took in his slim body with his nicely tanned chest and tummy. The duvet only covered his bottom half. She reached for the duvet and pulled it. They have a feature that makes it almost impossible to look away. I guess I've always been a breast-man. And judging from all those looks, there are a lot of us out there.And now, a short word about hobbies. There's a fine line between a hobby and insanity. It's another accurate observation that, while a hobby is infinitely interesting to the person who engages in it, discussing it is, at best, only mildly tolerable when conversing with someone who even shares that diversion. It is, at worst,. We head back to my place for some gear, and for me to start getting ready.A Good IdeaBack at my home in western Sydney I start going through my pre-game exercise regime while the girls watch. While I work the exercise machines I think about how they can cheat in these fights. You can’t take anything into the ring. The fighters wear tight fitting uniforms, usually skimpy to stop the other person grabbing something. Between rounds you have water to drink and towels to dry off. I start to talk out.