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The Excursions of a Voyeur. Part 3
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The Excursions of a Voyeur. Part 3/3
Just as he started to blast. I was startled to find myself
eye to eye with this lovely young lady. Her crystal blue eyes
looking striaght into my sole. My heart jumped into my throat.
I've been caught but she doesn't seem to mind. In fact Giving me
a sly grin she held her breasts together and poked her tongue out
to circle her nipples. When he had made his delivery he slumped
to a corner to sit and catch his breath. She continued to stare
straight into my eyes with a smile of devilish intent. As she
held the rail with one hand she squated to a pee position and held
her lips open with her other hand. I could see the muscles of her
belly working and soon a gob of white cream came dribbling from
her snatch to plop on the floor of the tower. I wanted to jump up
and offer an oral cleaning. But her eyes said that she wanted me
to see and not touch. So I held my ground burning the images of
what I had just seen into my brain. I was going to have a good
masterbation focus tonight.
It wasn't long and she had retrieved a kleenex from her
clutch purse and was wiping away what remained of his seed from
her crotch. She pulled back on her sweater and he put himself
away. As they started down the stairs her head turned toward me
again. She winked and licked her lips with a grin and I mouthed a
silent thank you.
Oliver J. Slitlicker at your service, Madam.
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