I have this habit of peeping through the balcony or window at opposite flats or roadside. One such time, it was 11.15 pm and I was going to sleep. My ...ed was just next to the window which I used to keep half open. I saw her lying down in the bed in the hall which was visible through my window.Her husband was in a lungi. He was trying to pull her sari and she was preventing him from doing so and played with him. Within minutes, they were in each other’s arms and began kissing each other. I was. He took the chance to try wrapping his hand around her throat, softly squeezing it, paying attention to what her reaction to that would be.Firstly seeming startled by it, Diana later leaned back her head, even more, offering her neck to him, her groans sounding raspier. He felt how she pulsated inside and how her toned legs shook. He kept at it, feeling her pussy contracting around him, then relaxing and contracting yet again, her juices flowing down his shaft. Their sounds and what they felt. She looked at it for all of five seconds and sat it down on her desk and asked, “Bumped your head did you?”“Yes ma’am, in the back.” I explained, feeling if there was evidence of it.“Well thank God it was your head.” she huffed, pulling her glasses off, “You could have hurt something otherwise.” plopping the spectacles on the desk precariously. As if trying to remember my situation, she waved out the words, “So, tell me, how is ... how is your study coming along?” and rubbed her eyes.“Oh, the. ” He read my mind, he knew what I wanted.I kept playing with his hair and moaning. He pulled away and pushed his lips against mine into a deep kiss. I pulled away and whispered into his ear, “Come into me.” I wrapped my legs around him and pushed my waist closer to him. He deepened the kiss and entered me. I let out a cry of pain, “Are you ok? I'm so sorry if I'm hurting you. Do you want me to stop?” “No, no, no, it’s ok, don’t stop, I'm ok.” Ngaw he was so considerate, he’s so cute, but I.