I pulled up the blinds and stood there in the window waiting for him to come by. After just a few minutes I could see him round the corner at the end ...f my block and I watched him through the binoculars. With my free hand, I reached down and unzipped my slacks, and then reached in and pulled my cock out through the opening.As I slowly rubbed my cock to a full erection I continued to watch him as he got closer to my house. He’s an older man like I mentioned earlier, maybe in his mid to late 60’s. I had just gotten in from undercover work in Morocco. The agency sent me there to uncover the truth behind the ambassadors k**napping. I would tell you more about my investigative work but the real story unfolded back home at a local laundry mat. As I was saying I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just gotten in from Morocco, couldn't sleep that nite. My battle with insomnia was winning. My clock is just ticking ever so slowly, creeping upon midnite So what else is there for a single. Betty had changed into some jeans and a pink t-shirt that was emblazoned with the “SEXY” across the chest. Her long blonde hair was tied up with a scrunchie, her soft bangs still framing her angelic-like face. Betty took the red wine from me and ushered me into her house. “You are too kind,” Betty remarked, taking the wine from me. Betty was noticeably shorter, standing in her bare feet. My eyes followed cute ass her as she lead the way into the house from the entry foyer. The house was neatly. She tried to stand up again, but Raghu quickly placed an arm over her shoulder. She crossed her forearms over her enormous, well-rounded tits and became still, realizing finally that fighting was futile. There was no way out of this situation. Was she crying again? No, her eyes were dry. But the expression on her face told me that she was not liking it all one bit. There was a little anger too in her eyes.“Where were you running, Sunandini?” Vasu asked her, pushing her hair off the side of her.