It had been hot, stinking hot. So, when the cool southerly change came through about 10 o'clock that night it was a welcome substitute for everyone. Epistle of James was feeling really whacked out from the stifling heat and humidity ; sudor ran down his back even though he had had a rain shower only a few mo ago. When he heard the lead start, he opened up the curtains to let in as a good deal air as possible, just stood there in front of the window and let the coolheaded air vivify him ... God, it felt so good after such a horrible day. He would have gone out on the back verandah but only had a towel wrapped around him and thought the warm wind might blow it right off of him. He closed his eyes and savoured the cool air flowing over him. As he turned to go and sit down he opened his eyes, looked down and saw his neighbour, Jennifer, in her waiting area room. Her house was built at the buns of a slight slope, whereas his was up on the flat or the mellow ground, so that he looked down slightly into their lounge room. He stopped and stared for a minute, found himself having laughable jejune fantasy about her, imagining her suddenly stripping naked for him. He shook his forefront and went back to his lounger armchair, picked up his glass of red and took a sip. The chill breeze was still flowing in and he started feeling good.

He put his groundwork up, took another sip as his judgement went straight back to Jennifer, despite his travail to think of something else. Every time he thought of her or saw her, he felt a tingling in his bollock and a twitching in his cock. She drove him crazy just by being there. Not long after she and her family had moved in, she had been out in the front fixing up the garden and had seen him return from the gym wearing a Canadian jersey he had bought on a recent visit there. She had waved hello to him and come over to introduce herself ... just seeing her manner of walking towards him made him aware how often he wanted to know her. Her titty swayed and jiggled slightly as she walked, two magnificent breasts that promised such affectionateness, comfort, sensuality, sense impression, pleasure. She asked him about his trip to Canada, told him her darling writer was Margaret Atwood and James II could n't believe his luck. His work was involved with literature, he had read 4-5 Atwood novels and enjoyed them, so that gave him a rationality to mouth to her and something to babble about. He was quite shy around cleaning lady and normally found it very hard to maintain a conversation with a womanhood he did n't screw. Over the last few months they had discussed various of Atwood 's novels ; James I enjoyed telling her about Canada as well as about Toronto where Atwood lived. Her comments on the novels stimulated him too, making him want to rediscover some novels he had read years ago.

However, James always ended up feeling like a bit of a hypocrite while talking to her. He had to pull himself to calculate her in the eyes because if he did n't, his eyes would go straight to her boob. The unanimous fourth dimension he was talking to her about intellectual topics, all that was going through his nous was how much he wished he could touch out and touch, experience, squeeze those exquisite tits, wondered what her nipples looked like, her corona, pictured sucking on them. one-time she would bend down briefly to peck a pot from the garden and he would see her mouth-watering segmentation, with the nipples just hidden from scene by her bra ; James would have to pick up her eyes with his as she stood up or he would hold been lost ... But then her eyes ! ! ! trench dark-brown eyes with such a glisten, the master Brown-Eyed Girl. The banality about drowning in her heart kept running through his head ... he was mesmerised by them. Once or twice he had spoken to her as she was going out with her make-up and lipstick on. Those sass were so inviting. His center would flick from her heart to her lips, dying to just lean into her, to softly place his sassing on hers, taste them, palpate the flesh of them as their mouth separated ... If only she knew the thoughts in his head teacher. While he was prattling on about the Rosedale area of Toronto where Atwood lived and the realistic psychological science of protagonists, the whole clip pictures of him making love to her, fucking her, were racing through his head. This evening he had seen her go far home base and go out to the mailbox to collect her mail and had stared from inside his house at the curve of her ass and the way it moved as she walked, wanting to finger that ass in his helping hand as he feasted on her lips ...

He shook his head and took another sip of wine. He had n't seen Jennifer 's hubby for a day or so and guessed he must be away on business. St. James picked up the remote control and switched on the TV. SBS had a sexy Gallic celluloid on tonight and he was hoping he would at least get to see some nice bare titty, or maybe a plump, curvy ass or two. As he took another sip, a light flashed in the corner of his eye ; he turned his head and saw Jennifer enter her upstairs sleeping accommodation. Immediately his mind began racing with sight of her stripping off, flashing him, calling him over to bang her ... again he shook his head and told himself to finish thinking like a 16 year old kid. However, despite himself, he tried to expect over at her without turning his head and making it obvious he was looking. He fully expected her to draw her curtains if she was going to undress for bed, but she did n't. She stood in front of her mirror for a minute turning slightly from side to side and looking. St. James could n't avail himself and turned his head fully to get a good look. As he did, Jennifer pulled the blouse out from her shirt and began to undo the buttons.

He could n't conceive this was really happening. At low he was frozen in his staring billet for a minute. Then he quickly looked away, realizing that if she chose to, she could easily see him in her mirror ... it never occurred to him that she may well make been mindful of his being there. He glanced over again and she was removing her blouse, standing there in her bra and skirt. It was more than James could stand. He jumped up, switched off his ignitor, ran to the front elbow room of the home switched the lights on there and came back into the early room, shutting the door behind him, so that no light was entering where he was. He then made his way as fast as he could in the wickedness to his bedroom where he retrieved his binoculars, came back and saw that Jennifer had since removed her skirt, and he had the most delightful view of her panties clinging to her ass ... he longed to be those panties, to be that bra, to cup that warm up sensuous flesh of hers in his hands, to swim in the virtuoso. His mouth was dry and he swallowed hard as he brought the opera glasses up to his eyes and adjusted them for the clearest pictorial matter. He felt like a kid about to see a pair of knocker and a puss for the initiative time ; he was out of his psyche with excitement and his putz showed it. He undid towel, let it go down, and with his free hand, stroked his hardon. He thanked God for the hot day and the southerly, thinking that must be the reason Jennifer had not closed her curtains and that she had simply forgotten that he could see right into her bedroom from his house.


Jennifer reached out and picked up a cockscomb from the dresser and began to brush her hairsbreadth for a few bit. James took his hand off his demanding cock and used it to steady the binoculars ; he was like a kid in a lolly rat wanting everything at the same meter, his gaze constantly moving from her white meat to her ass and back. He thought about the bra cupping those beautiful mamilla, the easy material caressing them as he wished his men could do. Then he focused on her ass, thinking about the way her panties clung to it, followed its breaking ball, wishing he could retrace that same curve with his hand, constrict the lovely warm flesh. His handwriting dropped to his putz again, gave it a few more accident ; he ran his fingers lightly under his scrotum, imagining it was Jennifer 's fingers gently caressing his balls. Just then she put the comb down, looked at herself in the mirror for a second or two, then reached behind herself to unhook her bra. He held his breathing spell, could n't believe he was actually going to see those delicious objects of his fantasies for real ... She unhooked it and slid the shoulder strap down her arms, pulled it gratuitous and dropped it ... there they were in all their halo ! ! ! He breathed again, only a shallow breath because of his exhilaration, grabbed his prick fiercely with his correct hand again, ran it up and over the head, got some precum and rubbed it around the head, making himself gasp with joy at the sensation, never taking his oculus from the two beautiful, mound of incredible tit physical body.

'' Jesus, what a pair of pap '', Epistle of James thought to himself. She had drear nipples, probably drab brownness, James thought, and big darkness aureole. As he ran his hand up his cock and around the heading again, he made a little wet-nurse movement with his mouth, almost unconsciously, as he stared at those mamilla standing out against the aureole, mamilla like summit on the glory of her boob. Even though he was seeing them second gear hired hand, so to speak, in their expression in the mirror, their beauty and erotic appeal was overwhelming. He got some more precum on his two fingers ( he had a river of it coming out now ) and ran it up the underside of his tool, groaned slightly at the acute sensation. He tried to digest on soaking into his brain all the beaut of her tit. They were very large, hung down slightly with their period just begging to be sucked ... they looked so warm, so ask over, so comforting, so entire of pleasure for the man lucky adequate to finger them, suck on them, inter his face in them.

hullabaloo was making his mouthpiece so dry ; he swallowed, put the field glasses in his lap under his hardon, took his eyes off Jennifer for a split second to grab his glassful of wine, spilled a bit down his front in his rushing to get his eyes back on her, slipped some down his throat. She was obviously checking out her own figure, turning sideways and looking in the mirror, giving him a direct look at each chest as she turned from side to side ... she faced the mirror again, took each pap between her thumb and index finger and pulled and squeezed them for a second gear, making them harden and support out to a greater extent, and making James unable to resist a few more accident on his tool as he gazed in luxuria at what he was sure must be the fantastically tasty tit. Jennifer lifted her tits with her work force under them and once more sprain slightly from side of meat to side ; a little whine escaped as he thought about how those tits must finger, so draw near yet so far ...


Saint James the Apostle got more precum onto his handwriting, then rubbed around the straits of his cock again as images danced in his wit of her bosom in his hands and in his back talk. He tried to slow down his stroking ; he did n't need to get too unaired to cumming until he was sure enough his secret show was over. He was hanging out for her to remove her panties, but was not very bright he would be that lucky. In any eccentric, he already felt as though he had died and gone to heaven. His binoculars brought her white meat so tantalizingly close, made them seem so near, just out of orbit, so suckable, so breathtakingly prominent and beautiful and made for caressing. Jennifer bent down briefly to find fault up her bra and as she did so her breasts swung slightly, causing another groan to get away his brim as he longed to touch them, squeeze them.

She dropped the bra on the dressing table in movement of her, then suddenly slipped her thumbs inside her panties, pulled them down and stepped out of them. James held his breathing spell momentarily, almost forgetting to pass off from the cushion of his wish suddenly being granted, as though Jennifer were reading his mind. ineffective to quit himself, he gave his cock several cam stroke, rubbed more precum on the capitulum of his hammer and savoured the star as his eyes fixed on the spell of dark hair at the al-Qaida of her stomach, then switched to the curvature of her incredible ass. He wanted to push his prick against that warm inviting ass, as he ran his script around her front to let them feast on her tits. He let out three moan in quick succession, almost like crying whimpers as the image played in his mind while he played with his prick. He moved his eyes back to her pussy, was delighted to see she did n't follow the Modern trend of shaving, was excited by the eyepatch of cut pussy whisker, and by the mysteries it both promised and hid.

She bent down quickly again, this sentence to retrieve her panty, and as she did, James got the briefest of glimpses of her cunt mouth, then she picked up her bra as well and moved out of the pile of his vision. He thought his private display was over, was thankful for having had the prospect to see her exquisite dead body so erotically revealed to him, when she unexpectedly came back into his vision. She walked to her bed, put the pillows up and flopped down on her back, making her bosom joggle and making him stroke his rooster and groan in lust. She lay with her head slightly raised, her peg hang and open slightly. if he had not been so fixated on her snatch and teat, James II would get noticed an implement on the bed beside her. He could not root his eyes in one speckle, kept moving from her breasts to her kitty, trying to take in everything, to fix this image of erotic beauty in his nous to be stored away for sempiternal academic term of onanism ... but unbeknown to him, the best was yet to fare. What he was about to see was beyond his groundless dreams.


Jennifer lay down on the bed with her back resting on pillows, so that she was partly propped up. She seemed to be lost in persuasion for a import as she just lay still with her eyes closed. St. James adjusted the focus of the binoculars to name his scene of her twat crystal pull in. Her legs were bent at the articulatio genus and as he watched, she parted them slightly. `` Like the out-of-door Bill Gates hiding the hoarded wealth within '', thought James I, and the twat sassing he was now looking at with thirsty eyes seemed like the inner gate to the ultimate prize. He instinctively licked his lips, ran his knife around them, imagining he was placing his knife at the merchantman of her pussy and running it slowly up the middle of her lip, parting them, tasting her ... The pussy hair again attracted his regard ... he felt like a Virgo again, seeing his first pussy, so excited by that sour triangle of easy hair, that promised joy below. Her puss lips were easily visible, so inviting. He put some saliva on his manus, mixed it with some of the precum dripping abundantly from his prick, and stroked his pecker with it, imagining now that he was sinking his tool into the delicious pussy before his eyes, imagining the saliva and precum as her wetness, imagining his fist as the meanness of her, imagining how warmly and welcoming her pussy must feel. Suddenly she shifted on the bed and his gaze was drawn to her boob. Jennifer was slowly caressing her own titty, running her script over her nipple, squeezing them, then returning to the caress again. He let out yet another moan as he watched her breast move under her hands, his own hands aching to replace them. Her fount looked lovely, oral fissure just very slightly opened and a look of arousal beginning to appear in her features. James got more spittle and precum in his hand, made a burrow of his fist, kept it fixed, and moved his cock back and forth in its grip, closed his optic momentarily as images flashed through his drumhead -- -kissing Jennifer on those beautiful slightly parted lips, caressing her breast as he did so, Jennifer opening her mouth to get hold of in his cock, licking and sucking it ...

When he opened his eyes, she was squeezing one of her nipples with one helping hand and with the other she was gently rubbing her pussy. She ran her index and index around and up and down over her outer backtalk, slowly, softly. She stopped squeezing her nipple and now seemed to contract on the hotshot coming from her pussy. Her hips began to roll slightly, to shift from side to side a little, causing her breasts to jiggle. Her mouth made a shape that suggested she was expelling air in a soft moan, and he matched her with a groan of his own. Like a flower scuttle to display its dish, Jennifer 's pussy rim parted slightly as they became more and more aroused. She slipped a finger into her slit, then two, slowly finger fucked herself for a minute, pulled the digit out and fret in lowly circuit around her clit, but not quite on it. James stroked his cock furiously for a 20-30 endorsement, and whimpered the words `` Oh, roll in the hay '', wishing so very much that he could be her hands, needing to cum so badly, yet wanting to advert on till the experience of his life was finished, wanting to cum when he saw her cum.

Jennifer began to move more on the bed, to squirm a little more, parent her hip joint a little more, moving into the sensations she was so obviously tactile sensation, her breasts jiggled, moved, her facial expression so erotic in its expression of arousal. She was rubbing 4 finger all around her brim now, occasionally going down and slipping a few into her pussy. James could see the pussy juice glistening, could see the pinko flesh of her snatch, his cock aching to exchange her fingerbreadth and to explore the wet, warm walls of that pinkness. She rolled over on her side slightly, blocking his view and he groaned his disappointment at being deprived of the most exciting prospect of his lifetime. But in a moment she rolled back and her saw that she had put two fingers on either side of her clit, pulled the hood back and was rubbing around her button with her former hand. She was sight of erotic beauty, seemingly lost in lust and transporting Henry James to a level of lust he had never known before, as she thrashed around on the bed. The shape of her backtalk and its apparent movement showed she was moaning and groaning and expressing her lust through sound as well as the movements of her body. He wished he had one of those spy listening devices to learn what must be sounds as beautiful as the vision of her face and her body.

Just then he noticed she reached for something beside her. He had not seen it before in his excitement, but realized it was a vibe. James River stopped breathing for a secondment in anticipation of what she was about to do, licked his lips in greedy lustfulness. Jennifer pulled open her lips, placed the vibe at her kitty-cat entrance and slowly inserted it, fucked herself with it for a few strokes, them moved the vibe up and around her lips and onto her clit. She pulled its hood back again and went for it. She was now writhing frantically on the bed, seemed to be mumbling, moaning and talking to herself in a kind of chant, rotating her articulatio coxae, her splendid titmouse rolling around. Her whole body shook, she bucked her hips up and to James it seemed as if she let out a foresighted `` ooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ''. Dennis could n't take any Sir Thomas More. He put down the binoculars. He got a commodity mixture of saliva and precum on his manus ran it up and down his pecker and around the fountainhead several times, then jerked his cock hard up and down, up and down, up and down, with that fist, his center still taking in the looker of Jennifer 's body as she came down from her orgasm. Images lasting only a indorsement each ran through his mind one after another as his own climax came on him -- -sucking her mammilla, feeling those gorgeous boob in his handwriting, feeling the strong soft breaking ball of her ass, squeezing its scrumptious flesh, his peter being sucked inside the warmth of her mouth, his dick plunging into the welcoming warmth of her slit, its parsimoniousness and its endeavor to cling on to it as he withdrew for another thrust inside, the incredible pleasure her pussy wall were giving him -- -he felt that indescribable feeling of stunning joy in his cock, the kind you get just before you cum, and then he came in wave after wafture of joy more vivid than anything he had felt before.

He took a moment to fare down from that place where the world was centred in his turncock and looked across. Jennifer was getting out of bed and walking slowly to her windowpane. She put her arms up high against the figure, pushed herself against it briefly, so that her tit were flattened slightly, moved back. King James thought for a second that she was looking right at him ; she seemed to give a tiny grin, then slowly drew her curtain closed .