I lay on the balcony naked playing with my cock in the evening sun fantasizing what could be happening, she was dressed in a short black skirt which w...en she sat down would ride up her luscious thighs promising a glimpse of her sheer black panties, a tight top which clung to her braless tits and some for her high 4 inch heels. I was tormenting myself hoping she would be exposing herself to another man in the hope of getting a new cock inside her without me there. I could hear people in the. Next time, I want to watch.”“What are you doing right now?”“Nothing much. My day off.”“What do you think, dirty girl.” Violet was looking at me, her gaze drifting down to my nipples. I realized that they’d grown hard while they talked. Not only that but my pussy was wet. Licking my lips, I shrugged and looked away, knowing that, no matter what I said, it was out of my control.“She says she’d love to have you over.” She blew me a kiss, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’m texting you the. Hereafter I will use the word lund instead of dick and chut instead of pussy which I feel is more erotic and expressible. My pervert life started in the early 90s when I was a teenager. This was when there were no mobile phones, and the internet was not affordable by all. I was born and brought up in a very conservative Muslim joint family.We stayed in one big sheet house of 3-bedroom where I stayed with my parents, siblings, and Chacha (uncle). In those days, people use to build toilets and. Since waking up from my long nap, I had rapidly learned the value of staying calm when those in a dispute with me became upset. I was now learning that such calmness annoyed a certain type of person."Like hell you have." I've been completely polite." You can take your disrespectful tone and your superior air and shove them up your ass. We'll see what your parents have to say about this."My tone wasn't disrespectful; it merely wasn't groveling. "Ma'am, I have nothing more to say to you until my.