He is rather gorgeous. And you say he often walks around like that in his flat? In just his boxer shorts?”“Yes, and he must know that anyone of us...in these flats across the road can see him.”“Has he seen you watching?”“I don’t know. Maybe. I usually stay behind the curtain. I don’t want him to think I’m spying on him.”“But you are spying," you say. "Maybe you just don’t want him to see you and so you close the curtains.”I blush. That’s probably more like the truth.You look at him again,. - You're always so much we end? - His gray eyes were a little worried. - And it is not harmful?- Do not worry, patient, is not contagious - Farida was smiling from ear to ear. - Well, yes, almost every three minutes , I know, it scares you ?- Oh, no . Just had not ever met you like .- Get used to it , Roman, - Farida again hugged him and pulled to her , dug deep kiss . - This is me ... Lush , wild , hot , unrestrained .- Real daughter of the East - Roman smiled .- I'm so - Farida stood up over. I started crying out — don’t Mike, what are you doing, I…. I could feel his body leaning against me from behind. He unbuttoned his trousers, I heard his zip go down. I tried to turn when he was sliding his trousers down, but his powerful hand held me firmly. His cock was out free now and bumping over my thighs. He came forward and stuck his head over my shoulder, kissed my neck. I could hardly breath. His right hand lifted my skirt and pulled my panties down. He pushed his hand in between my. I was looking for the staff when this woman again appears and it turns out she had taken the table right opposite to mine. She had been drinking red wine while I was fucking Sadhvi in the washroom. I was alone and we were staring at each other for a while now. To my fortune, she took out a cigar and lit it up with a matchstick. I signalled her to pass the matchstick box and she threw it towards me. The box had a hotel’s (located in Gurgaon) name printed on it.I lit up my cigarette and thanked.