Whenever I was at home at that time, I used to look forward toKamala doing my room. As, then I could get a nice peek at her shapely boobs, as she woul... bend down to clean the floor. On a few occasions I was lucky to have seen her panty as she sat on the floor on her toes to wet clean the floor with a washcloth as she was wearing a frock that day. Even if she wore Indian dress of shalwar kameez, I would look at her contours with lust imagining what would I do if I could have her. Most often that. There was only one neighbouring house which overlooked my windows, and due to a high wall, only one of their rooms with a small glass balcony had a decent view.I think the husband worked, as he was never around during the day, but I saw the wife going to the shops from the front, or regularly using the rear balcony door to go into the garden to either talk to a neighbour or hang washing out - I was not working at that time and so when it got warmer I managed to get a rough idea of her routine.. My horses are worn out but I have land now. It needs to be tilled and planted.”Susan cut into the conversation, “Mr Van Smit, would you and Willie care to join us for some lunch?”Willie’s eyes had been sweeping around the room, unused to seeing furniture of quality. His eyes suddenly swung round to Susan at the mention of food. He lifted his head to look at her, “Madam, my son and I do not seek charity or pity, but thank you for your offer.”Susan’s eyes flashed, “Sir, I offer neither charity. 
“Surely not?” I enquired, craving attention and details.
“Too fucking right it did. Your pussy was almost on display when you were bending over. The bottoms are so tight that it looked like you had painted your pussy silver, so much was on display but still hidden! I didn’t realise you had shaved it that close, but with that outfit you couldn’t have any hair could you?” He commented.
I was fucking him back with a renewed passion. Wrapping my heels around his back I thrust my shaved pussy up to.