"He sat down beside her in a chair, his knees wide open. "Sure we have. You watched me from your balcony." Excuse me? Are you calling me a peeping Tom..." You seemed to like the peep show. I saw you watching a few weeks ago." He grinned at her, taking in her body as he spoke, which made Anne's pussy twitch. She wanted to run and hide like a child."I might have seen something. I don't remember." She tried to brush it off, failing miserably, knowing she watched the full scene."I think you watched. I stood just outside and watched…”“Fingering your cunt, knowing you,” I said, interrupting her. She smiled at me.“Fingering my cunt.” she acknowledged. “And I hear him say he’d often wondered what it would be like to have a man up his arse.”“And what did Shelley say?”“She said, and I quote. ‘I’d love to see some big pricked man fucking your arsehole and making you his whore.’ and she started to cum.”“Shelley said that?” I asked in disbelief. “Little ‘butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth’. She could feel how hard he was, his thickness fighting to reach her through his pants. She whimpered again, looking at him with longing. He rolled to his back and undid his pants, pulling them off in one swift motion and throwing them across the room. He grinned and straddled her across the shoulders. With one hand on his hard cock, he placed the other in her hair, caressing her head before gripping it tight and pulling her face to his smooth sack. She eagerly licked him before sucking one, and. Since I was already there I stayed and had a few drinks. It was then that I spotted a beautiful woman fitting her description. I walked up, introduced myself and offered to buy her a drink which she gladly accepted. We made small talk for the next half hour and then she suggested we go outside for some fresh air. As soon as we walked out that door she stopped, grabbed my arm to spin me around and kissed me for what felt like an eternity. Her lips tasted like the watermelon lip gloss. I.