Last Sunday, we noticed that our new neighbor was watching us from her upstairs window. Her name is Tracy and her and her two kids had moved in a week...or two before. She seemed nice but we have not had a chance to really get to know her yet. At first we were a little uncomfortable with her watching us, but after a while it turned into a lot of fun. It all started when my wife rolled over and undid her top to tan her back. I commented that I bet our audience was enjoying that view. She giggled. Watching the last rays of light fade at the windows, we have another glass of wine while we adjust our chairs around in front of the roaring fire. You then walk over to the cabinet under the frosted window, and pull out several big comforters, some cushions and a real fur rug. You roll them out in front of the fire and a with a look in your eyes that sparkles with life and that says to me everything.As I remain seated in one of the chairs, you stand and turn toward the fireplace and stretch. It was a medium tempo song, so we didn't dance very close.Thank god. He just held my hands and we sort of bobbed up anddown more or less with the music. My earlier observation that hewas pretty drunk turned out to be accurate and me... well, Iwasn't much of a dancer. Still, even drunk he made small talk as we danced, asking mewhere I was from and how I knew Janice. Stuff like that. By nowmy head had cleared a bit, and I managed to feed him a storyabout how my mom had just been transferred. She bent forward and as she did so, she felt her master fingers opening her pussy lips. He slipped two fingers inside to find her the head of her turd was half an inch inside her. He thought of its thick length reaching upwards into the depths of her cunt. His cock was rock hard and ready to force its way into his slave's shit-filled cunt.He would see how well the heat of her pussy had soften her shit when he saw how much of it oozed from her cunt as the pressure of his cock pushed deeper into.