JimIt had been a few days since Betty and I had shared our mutual pleasure, albeit at a distance. In fact, I was the only one being seen as we both employed manual resolutions to our fevered sexual intoxication. I’d kept an eye out for proof of her voyeurism, but the dot was not to be seen. Later that day, as lunchtime approached, I opted for something greasy and hot rather than my cold sandwich of meat and cheese.Walking out the front door, I noticed that Betty had just pulled up in the driveway, so I paused to say, “Hello, how is your day going?” BettyI was still thinking about the afternoon events from a few days ago as I pulled into the driveway, and once again, they began to dampen my underwear. Watching Jim stroke his vein-laced cock the way he did, brought about a carnal need that I’d not felt in a long time. Sure, there were others that I viewed, but none of them turned me on the way that Jim had. I knew that he’d probably figured out that I was watching him, but at that moment, all I felt was lust. I wanted to run over there and ride his hard cock like an animal until we both orgasmed.Here Yozgat Escort I was again, getting riled up at the indecent thoughts I had tried so hard to purge for the last few days. Feeling the drips running from my profane loins only added to my confusion and regret about the other day’s events. I wasn’t a perfect human being by any stretch, but I always felt that my yearnings were justified due to the early departure of my dear Nathan. This time, however, I felt I’d crossed a line by pleasuring myself so zealously while surveilling Jim. All of these thoughts were running through my mind as I exited my car, only to look up and see him standing there.Terror ripped through my mind as he offered a friendly greeting. Hearing the bulk of his greeting, I flushed from embarrassment and squeaked out a “Hi.””It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?” Jim added as panic gripped my very soul.Trying to get a handle on myself, I managed, “Yes, it is,” before shuffling toward the door. Once inside, I panted vigorously as if having just run down the block. Was he crazy or just mean? He had to Yozgat Escort Bayan know that I watched him and… wait. How would he know that I was diddling myself? I mean, it’s not like he could see me, could he? He seemed genuinely friendly outside just now. Maybe I just imagined things. I turned back toward the outside and saw him drive past my house, likely to get himself some lunch. I thought I should try to explain myself when he returned, so he didn’t think ill of me. Maybe I should offer to make him lunch one day. He does seem nice, and other than his choice of reading and viewing material, he might be pleasant company. Of course, I have the moral high ground, and there would be no hanky-panky in my house. Although, he is quite a good-looking man, and he’s probably only a few years younger than me, so maybe…What was wrong with me! I tried in vain to control my sex-crazed mind, but it was not going to happen. Leaning back against the kitchen door, I pictured his magnificent cock standing at attention as my nefarious digits slipped under the hem of my dress and Escort Yozgat into my cotton panties. They dug at my womanly ditch as if searching for an unending supply of orgasms. The first one hit me fast as I could see the other day’s events unfold once again.Jim was watching a video of a girl in the woods, which rapidly brought him to peak hardness. I imagined I was the girl in my backyard on my hands and knees, pulling weeds in a short skirt and sans underwear. With every pull of a dandelion, my skirt would ride a little higher until I felt a continuous breeze caressing my cum-dampened inner thighs and puss. In my twisted fantasy, Jim was filming me, and before long, he couldn’t take it anymore and approached. Ramming his rigid member into my cunt, he fucked me wildly as I came again and again.I slipped down the door to the floor as my ceaseless climax coated my fingers and legs while zapping all my strength. There I stayed for about ten minutes, trying to bring my breathing under control. Once leveled out, I raised myself up with a hand gripping the doorknob. I waddled to the sink as my sticky thighs and soaked undies reminded me of my recent sins. Raising my dress, I dabbed at my legs with a damp towel, trying to remove the evidence. Finally, I grabbed both sides of my soaked panties and jerked them to the floor to keep them from coating my legs anymore.