Yes, I am a voyeur! Now, I hadn't exactly lied to Marge and Dave, a week in India does usually leave me something to deal with for the next 6 weeks! A...d, I really had hoped I'd picked something up!I meditated and just let my mind go – waiting, without waiting. The image of a naked breast I was staring at faded as I went inside myself.I had been sitting on the patio for a while; the beer in my hand was warm. I had been in that wonderful place where you are fully aware of the world at the moment,. “You do that so well,” she purred, beaming at me. “You look you like you’ve just been shagged, you’d better go and get yourself straightened up.”So, I did. I rushed to get my bag and made haste for the bathroom to quickly clean her juices from my face and re-apply make-up and brush my hair.Sometime later we arrived at Cellar Wines and I was a little nervous about meeting so many new people and wondered how I would be introduced. All were there except Fran, who was expected later due to work. He looked at me while doing it… And he was looking so innocent & beautiful that I did what I never did before… I pulled him and kissed him… This was the first time I kissed someone who went down on me… I know there is nothing bad in kissing someone who is sucking your cock… But I could never get myself to do that… And that night I could not resist it… It was just his eyes I guess… Eyes I still remember…I guided him back to the position… And he was doing it again…. With more energy this time…. At least as a first class passenger he was confident he would not be kept waiting long. He strolled through the crowd eyes busy. He was not paying proper attention to his destination. Keen to take in all the female charms on display.When at the Air Tanzania check in he was surprised and annoyed to be directed to a queue. He turned and his annoyance evaporated as he saw the schoolgirl with the short skirt, and long legs waiting in the queue. His eyes crossed with hers before she quickly looked.