A few moment after he pressed the doorbell, the door opened and there she was – Tracy Burnwell, one of the hottest MILFs on the face of the Earth! S...e was in her late 40s but looked about ten years younger. She beamed a brilliant smile at him from her classically beautiful features, and stepped back from the door with a welcoming gesture.“Nick, you’re here! Come right on in and make yourself at home. And it IS your home, until you decide otherwise.”Her golden blonde hair cascaded over her. I slightly opened the hole to see her reaction but she was so much turned on and getting fucked by me to think of any other stuff happening around us, suddenly a white small cock came in and my wife and me ignored it and stayed fucking each other and I saw him playing with him self begging my wife to help him, but she did not and he came so quick hearing her moaning and screaming load and stroking himself.Nothing happened from the glory hole apart from few different eyes were looking through. We headed north, towards the Rhondda Valley. Further into the hinterland the road narrowed as it threaded its way through the linear Valley towns. It was then I became aware of traffic hazards not encountered when learning to drive around Reading: to wit, Valley folk and Valley sheep!Valley folk are the salt of the earth but they were/are prone to spend a lot of time gossiping when out shopping in the high street. That was the hazard; the talking was usually conducted in the middle of the high. I am so embarrassed having been caught spying on her after her shower that I stay where I am, just waiting without repeating the peeping Tom routine. I notice that she does keep her door open again, this time a little wider. It takes her just a few minutes, to change into a cute plaid pleated skirt to just above her knees, with low heels, and walks out with a white blouse still wide open with no bra. She says, heading to the bathroom, ‘Come on in, Michael! I am just going to put on my face a.