I went in bathroom and took off my clothes and started taking shower. While rubbing soap over my body I noticed the broken window. That was the time w...en I could not believe my eyes. A guy who lives in nearby building was looking at me. His window was at close distance. It felt as if he is standing just in front of me and I am naked. I started shower washed soap from my body and went away wrapping a towel on my body. He never took away his eyes from me. I was afraid he noticed my erect brown. She stood between my legs leaning forward to keep her face close to mine, so I moved her hips downward and she knelt between my legs as I wanted. As she was moving to her knees I moved a hand back to her hair grabbing it and pulling her ear to my mouth and told her to clean me.She didn’t hesitate. She had one hand on my cock softly guiding it, allowing her to move her tongue along it. She licked me, cleaning me, just like she was licking a melting ice cream cone. When my cock was clean she. These things aren’t the truth. Why should we always want to know the truth when we can enduringly indulge ourselves in our far more expansive imagination? These cotton delicacies mask the truth, they are the last mask for the truth. That’s why I find them so erotic. They are the last thing that must mold to her, that she must mold to. They are the last persistent blue flame of the imagination. They are the last thing she uses to hide and the last thing I seek to remove – but who doesn’t want. Two ticks and I’ll get that for you; you’ve done really well putting up with it so far.”She smiled at that compliment; it was more honest than she realised. It never fails to amaze me that it is always the ones with the least serious injuries who make the most fuss; and I knew from my own experience the nagging pain of a broken bone which was out of place. She was being a brave little soldier, but she was twenty years too old for me to use that expression on her... I dished out a couple of 30mg.