She had the most perfect arse on her. He watched her pick up a pair of black knickers from the floor and quickly slip them on before heading out of th... bedroom. She looked familiar but he couldn’t quite place her.‘So that’s what the randy little bugger has been up to,’ thought Stuart.“Right son, come on, dinner’s ready.”Stuart kept the binoculars in his hand as he left his son’s room, safely depositing them back in his study before joining the family for dinner.The next day, Stuart stood in the. Then I realized I was looking through the eyes of my son's friends and it gave me the best orgasm I had experienced for a long time, like the ones I had knowing my daddy was watching me and he was doing it as he found me exciting to watch.For a brief moment I felt ashamed at the thoughts running so freely around my head, but there was no doubting the thrill in my pussy, now building again, at the thought of those boys using me for sex, it made me feel alive and I knew I needed to experience. We started drinking, I was on Scotch on rocks, and she was on White wine. After drinking sometime we went to dance floor. I was feeling tired yet did not want to disappoint her, so we danced.I was getting so hard that kept a distance and not touching her. But soon enough it was a bit off track, I was feeling dizzy, I asked Sapna, let’s go back, we got a series of meeting tomorrow.We reached hotel, my room was after her room. Being a bit drunk, I was unable to open my door. She came forward and. “That’ll be hard,” Nathalie whispered as she knelt on my other side, holding Greta’s hand.“Uh-huh,” my busty bedmaid nodded. “He’s sexy for an older man. Look at that body. He’s still fit.”“And she’s a mature beauty,” Sven groaned from my other side, envy in his voice. He did want that woman bad.Well, it was good for a woman to turn him down.Otmar draped his wife over the altar. They kept kissing, their hands moving, but it lacked ... a certain eroticism. They were performing. Acting. They’d.