I'm cleaning the place, picking up the clutter from a busy week, sweeping and mopping, dusting and dishes, moving about on long bare legs. It’s a bi... cold yet this morning, so I have turned on the heat to keep it warm enough for the bare legs. The radio is on; as I move about, I hum and occasionally, forgetting you are listening, sing the harmonies in a quiet alto. My hair is messy. I haven't brushed it yet, just gathered it loosely up into a knot. Stray strands hang down, curling along my neck. The sight of his arse and heavy balls slapping against Fiona's buttocks nearly had me cumming.Soon a deep grunt accompanied Stewart's orgasm and he shot sperm first int Fiona's cunt and then over her body as he clambered over her to bring his slippery cock to her mouth. She sucked his cock passionately licking it clean of sperm.I had just realised that I had been rubbing my own cock so hard inside my pants that I had filled them with my own spunk. I was drenched in sperm but still unbearably. I had not expected her to call me over to her front yard, but even more I had not expected to feel my cock surge the second I got near her. Something was different, I had seen her naked, I had seen her service her husbands massive tool, and then I saw her aim his rod toward Susans face while it spewed cum. Mrs. Davis was wearing a long, loose shirt, her massive tits were free to swing and her nipples were making two points in her shirt. Joe, would you mind mowing my lawn too? Her words snapped. I immediately started pretending as if I am feeding her birds. I waited for 3-4 minutes, but she didn’t enter the balcony. So I peeped inside her bedroom and found out that she was lying on the bed facing the ceiling. I thought she didn’t see me so I should perhaps stay back in the balcony.I started feeding the birds again. And after 5-7 minutes I heard a noise. It was coming from the bedroom. So I peeped again.My eyes popped out. The queen of my dreams was in bed pleasuring herself. Her right.