And he guessed that no one else would either. He watched her from his perch outside of her window as she undressed. Her flimsy black lace bra and pant...es falling to the floor at her feet, revealing a pair of large, firm breasts and a clean-shaven pussy. Such a beautiful cunt, he thought. He closed his eyes and imagined himself down on his knees before her. Or perhaps with her squatting over him. His warm, wet tongue exploring her folds. Teasing her clit. Making her body writhe with pleasure.. . Sab chale gaye kyunki saare college ko pata chal gaya tha sir or harsha k baarein mei. Sab k sath main bhi chala gaya. Par thodi der wapas aaya dekhne k liye par harsha ki gadi wahin thi sir k ghar main chup chap se gadi khadi ki or andhar khidki se dekhne laga ki ho kya raha hai.Raat ka time tha or koi mujhe bhi nhi dekh paa rha tha. Jab mei khidki se aundar dekha toh harsha sir ki goud mein baithi thi or sir uski shirt k button khol rhe the fir mei dhayan se dekha toh harsha ne sir lund. He was tall and thin with Black hair shaved almost to his head. His facial features were all wonky like he had been in one too many fights in his life, he watched me as I watched him, a smile on his lips that seemed sinister to say the least. The shorter man was around my height, and looked more than double my age. He was a stocky and his belly clearly created a shadow over his jeans. His hair line was receding and his face showed signs of wrinkling but his expression seemed playful, his eyes. ‘Lord Lancelot,’ the Duchess greeted upon seeing the duo, ‘I am delighted that you could attend tonight. I was not informed of your return from India.’ ‘It is my pleasure your grace,’ William replied bowing. Elaine duly followed with a curtsy. ‘Henry,’ the duchess said looking down at the young boy at her feet, ‘This is Lord Lancelot and Lady Elaine. This is my eldest son. He is now four years.’ ‘Congratulations,’ Elaine replied. From the joy on the duchess’s face, Elaine knew that she was.