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One night, while I could not sleep and was wondering outside, I strayed towards her place. There was a light I could see, in her bathroom. Desperate to see, if I could get a glimpse of the lady I was pining for, streaming video chat tried to peep through the ventilator. Now I could not make out much, except that a woman was sitting to pee. I had my first distant glimpse of the female pee hole. She was bushy down there, and I heard the trinkling sound of someone's falling golden stream out of her pee-hole. I was ecstatic at my discovery. My heart was pounding, mouth had gone dry and there was a raging erection down below, which I was fondling unknowingly at the sudden discovery of what I had dreamt for so long.
Soon it became a routine for me to delay my sleeping hour, till I had the glimpse of my woman peeing in her loo. After that I would retire to my bed, fantasize about her in all the possible nude postures and shake myself well till I shoot the cum all over my bare tummy, streaming video chat it and doze off...to wake up again next morning dreaming about the cunt, I could only get a distant dim view of in the hours of midnight. There were times, when I would hang around outside even during the day to hear her use the loo once her husband had left, and I knew she would be alone. She had a niece staying with her, whom I could have fantasized about, but I could only dream of her ripe mature Aunt.
I had already imagined how would she look without streaming video chat clothes but there was no way I could satisfy my curiosity and urges. The ventilator through which I used to peep would allow me just enough glimpse video cam chat the seated person on the commode. I thanked my stars that I never had the honour of seeing that woman's husband's cock. I always felt he must be big, and after all he was fucking the woman I badly wanted to lay, as his legal rights. Well, my frustrations were increasing with my desires going beyond my control. I was not making any head way into her hole... |
