I want to tell you about something which happened about 4 years ago. One of my fantasies was to watch another woman masurbate. This was something I'd ...ot seen since I was at school, many, many years earlier. This was about my neighbours. They're about mid forties, very prudish, I always thought. She dresses quite matronly, works in the library. He's an accountant. Get the picture. We live in bungalows, totally secluded. One night, I was in the garden. About 11 ish. Their bedroom light came on.. Arching her back, she squirmed as I slid my tongue inside, her juices seeping out into my mouth. I continued to lick her, absolutely devouring her pussy. Some of her juices even dribbled down. I was totally into getting Nasreen off and her moans of pleasure told me she knew it.When I sucked her engorged clit between my lips and stroked it with my tongue, she lost it. Her orgasm made her pussy spasm with ecstasy, and her bucking body was making the rock up and down.After her orgasm subsided, I. "Go to your husband with this gift," he commands her almost cruelly."Yes Master," she chirps. He rolls his eyes at her spunkiness, and then those eyes watch her rump retreat. She catches his stare and giggles before going to her husband. The man looks amazed when she pulls on his arm to get him to stand, and keeps pulling on it, saying, "I'm not sucking a dirty cock." What's got into you?" he asks his usually shy wife.She giggles. "You hopefully. Soon," and leads him off the hill heading. ”I close my eyes so not to see that cockwipe smirk as he stands again and walks around the desk, standing behind me. I can smell that awful aftershave of his, the muskiness that invades my mouth and nose. “Hands on the desk.”I’m in this now, I have to go along. I place my hands on the edge, gripping it tight, bracing myself. When nothing happens I turn my head a little. “Get on with it.”To my disgust, I feel a kiss on my shoulder, between my shirt and my collar bone. I wince away, feeling it.