1. Indian Neighbors put on Window show


    Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Masturbation, Voyeur, Author: imornery81, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    It is late. Mom used to say, &#034Nothing good happens after midnight.&#034 This story proves Mom was wrong ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With the recent upsurge in summer heat, I went for my evening jog later than usual. I started at 11:15 and since it was my six mile day I wound up jogging into our quiet little dead end street about 12:20 a.m. I walked down the sidewalk drenched in sweat, heart pounding and a ton of endorphins flowing through me making me feel like anything was possible. I stopped at a fire hydrant and put my foot up on part of it to stretch and looked up at the house I was standing in front of and saw an upstairs light flip on and then a woman moved into the light. I looked to the left and to the right and realized I was standing in front of the home where the Indian f****y had moved in a few weeks earlier. I had not met them yet so I was a little surprised to see the woman raise a hand and tentatively wave at me. As weird as it felt to be staring into someone’s window after midnight and waving to them, I was certain things could not get weirder. I was wrong. As I switched legs and began to stretch again, a figure appeared behind the woman in the window. Mentally I prepared myself to take off running if he started to open the window and scream at me or I saw him with a phone calling the cops. He leaned closer to the window over the woman’s shoulder and seemed to look at me before straightening up and stepping back just a little and pulling the woman back with ...
    him. At that point the light from the room made them more visible and I could see they were young, probably not even 30 yet (when you are 52 being 30 is still young!). She was tiny, but exquisitely beautiful. Her light brown skin was wrapped in an orange and gold sari or veiled gown of some sort. Her jet black hair framed a face that held coal dark eyes, red full lips, strong chin and classic beauty of an Indian maid. I smiled up at them and continued stretching. I was just about to wave and head for my own home a few doors down when I stopped dead in my tracks. The man reached his arms around his wife from behind and began fondling her chest! She leaned her head back on his shoulder and smiled! I looked up and down the street to make certain no one was around filming me and then I looked back. They were kissing now, her looking up and back over her shoulder. She was reaching up over her head to pull him down to her. And as I watched he slowly slid his hand across the flat expanse of her stomach and pressed the lightweight fabric tight against her body so that there was no denying what he was doing as the hand pressed between the top of her legs. My cock was doing more stretching than the other muscles in my legs and I looked up and down the street and decided that although no one else was out, standing in the middle of the sidewalk staring up at someone else’s house in the middle of the night might not be smart. The young beauty had turned and was kissing and rubbing her body ...
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