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When I looked at her, she Big Tits pointed to the building across the alley. When I saw what had caused her reaction, my eyes shot open. Straight across from us, and one floor down, there was a naked man standing on his balcony. The apartments in that building were almost all tall windows on that side. They had heavy drapes, but his were all open. The lights were all on, so his apartment and balcony were really lit up. His balcony, unlike ours, which was enclosed by a four foot wall of wooden planks, was only protected by a rod iron railing. The spaces between the iron pickets left his anatomy totally exposed to us and anyone else in our building that just happened to be looking his way. And I should add that the view was very impressive. I was afraid he might look up and see us staring at him, but he seemed oblivious. He was just standing there, leaning on the railing, and sipping on some kind of drink. Of course, we kept watching him, although we did move back a little so as not to be so noticeable. Neither of us were virgins. Susan had had three sexual partners to my two, but neither of us had ever seen daughter anything like what we were staring at. The guy's cock was huge! It hung three-fourths of the way to his knees, and even flaccid, it appeared to be very large around. The only words Susan and I shared were whispered, "Holy shit!" and "Oh my God! Can you believe that?" After several minutes, he turned and walked inside his apartment, but we could still see him clearly. He was walking back and forth through his apartment while talking on his cell phone, his huge cock swinging from side to side with every step. Now, with his sliding door closed, Susan asked aloud, "Do virgin you think it's real?" teen Feeling the slight tingle of my second glass of wine, I chuckled, "I don't know. Why don't you go over there and find out?" She gasped, "No way! That thing isn't getting anywhere near my pussy." I had to laugh. I'd never heard Susan use a word like "pussy". We'd never talked much about sex, and when we did, it was always in the most generic terms. Finally, the guy's lights when out, and the show was over. When Susan and I went back inside to go to bed, she giggled, "Have fun tonight. I know I will." I knew what she meant, and the thought that Hardcore we were probably going to do the same thing in our respective beds made me blush. At breakfast Saturday morning, Susan shocked me by asking in a matter-of-fact tone, "Well, how did it go for you last night?" When I stood back up I realised that my arousal was increasing and that my pussy felt quite wet. "Oh sorry, I didn't know you were here Molly" Presley said shyly. My tits heaved as Shelena slammed her girl-dick deep into my bowels over and over. "That sick son of a bitch! I like a hairy pussy that leaks lots of cum while I am licking my way from their asshole to their clit. I lost myself with him, virgin becoming the twisting body of reaction, the Big Tits writhing dancer of sensation. Apprehension leaked from me, guilt leaked from me, Hardcore pity leaked from me. I felt the teen blackness scorch daughter through my lungs, and I didn’t breathe it out. The Korean girl shuffled around, her breasts jiggling. Probably later. You said bring up the equipment nothing else. [Something appears to be wrong.]