Little do you know, I'm already home as well. You enter the bedroom just in time to see me shrug off my shirt. My back is to you, so you assume that I...don't know you're there. As you watch, my hand drifts over my breast and caresses my tender nipple through my bra. I let out a breathy moan and move my hand even lower. From behind me, you can't see exactly where my hand is going but knowing that my fingers are cupping my pussy even if you can't see it turns you on. Slowly, seductively, I slide. Your country use to be called Mongolia. Your people use to be one of the most proud groups of warriors and fighters in ancient times. But since World War III broke out your country has become a refugee location of safety for many races and populations. The Mountains for which make the majority of your country makes for an Ideal place to stay safe and protected from many things. Biological or Nuclear, but that is digressing from the point of the story. Your country for lack of a better reason is. I always prefer rooms close to the office so that you get a fair amount of traffic walking in front of your window. As too far towards the back of the property no one has any reason to be walking down the sidewalk.Upon entering the room, I began striping, my cock tingling with the anticipation of what was to begin as I folded my clothes neatly placing them in a chair until I was naked. I went over to the TV and flipped through the channels finding a 'fuck flick', with your average hot-blonde. It was obvious even to Donna that the two adults were fucking just like in the pornographic book she had seen once in the schoolyard. Their bodies seemed hot and sweaty and they were making love with a violence that was shocking and horrifying."More, do it harder," Catherine Judge sighed to her husband. "I'm almost ready to cum. Just shove it in a few more times and I'll be there. Yes, it's happened, I'm cumming."This at least was something that Donna could understand. It looked as if her.