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It wasn't uncommon for one of us to be at the sink while the other was in the shower. Unless we were on the toilet to do more than pee, we rarely bothered closing the bathroom door. I looked over to see Susan standing in the doorway grinning at me. "What?" doggystyle I asked her. "He's back." She said in a giddy tone. "Hurry juicy up. I'll be out on the balcony." "Is he naked?" "Yep." And she turned and left with a naughty giggle. I got out of the bath and dried off quickly, pulling on some panties and a robe as I made my way toward the kitchen. I refilled my glass without turning on the light. I guessed she'd turned it off to keep it from revealing her presence on the balcony. I quietly slid open the door and stepped cum out onto the balcony. I had to force myself not to laugh when I saw Susan using her big Bass Pro Shop purchase from earlier in the day; a small but very powerful pair of binoculars. I slumped down into the chair next to her far enough so that I could barely peek over the wooden wall. The man was standing in his living room, again talking on his cell phone. He was turned sideways to us, so we had a great view of his enormous cock—her better than me, of course. After a minute or so, she handed me the binoculars. Wow! I couldn't believe how powerful those little binoculars were. I could clearly see the veins that traversed the long, heavy shaft of his man meat. I could even see his low hanging balls as they rose and fell slightly as he breathed. When Susan pulled the spy glasses away from me and I was back to watching him without the advantage of enhanced vision, two things became apparent to me. First, he was very proud of what he had between his legs, and secondly, he knew, perhaps even hoped, that he had an audience. The thought hit me that we were being foolish to hide ourselves. Had he seen us, he probably would have given us an even better show. But then again, it sunk in on me that we wouldn't want him to know where we lived, and that would be easy enough to figure out by counting floors and balconies. No, that wouldn't do at all. We wouldn't want him knocking on our door. I pulled the binoculars away from Susan and had another close up look. This time though, I actually pussy looked at more than his monster cock. He was a fairly handsome man. He was fit, his stomach flat, and his biceps pronounced. His chest was moderately hairy. The world will watch to see what color your baby will be. “Futa-slut!” I hissed. “Oh, poor baby,” Tali cooed. What do you say? Lisa and Jill cum paused for a moment to pull off each other's shirts, the each of them started pussy playing with one of the others tits and kept working at Conner's pants while Conner continued on the other two tits. I still felt that I juicy needed to try and finish repairing her positronic brain. She smiled as my cock bounced and stood, pleading for her touch. I had to stop to catch my breath and lifted my head. It makes you so wet.” Öh don't, please ..... you can't doggystyle do this ...oh fuck ...", Sarah tried to resist, his cock teased her clit, "Oh shit, I'm so sensitive", his body towered over Sarah, she tried to close her legs, but he was firmly implanted between them. Taking a quick look down at herself she ironed her dress out on her tummy with her hands before returning her gaze to my face. And that's when Jan had started crying like a baby, because she almost-instantly realized that Ed had managed to accidentally give her the "key" that would allow her to unlock her full orgasmic potential for the rest of her life. He looked up lovingly into her eyes and I had to admit, I was just a little jealous seeing all that pleasure etched on his face. She was tight but stretched well. “Come along faggot,” she said. I was happy for him. But take a moment to breathe. “You are kidding, right?” Donnell. I pried them apart, my fingers brushing her pierced clit. Perhaps Amanda would make a good flatmate. He still felt guilt for his incestuous activities, but big the cash eased it somewhat and Cambria eased it even more when she drew her father’s hand between her legs and said, “Let’s do it again. You need to be able to sleep well without having to share with my fat body.” Power seeped into my wicker-braided legs. I awoke with a boner and Jen waking along side of me began rubbing it. But she immediately understood the brilliance of the scheme.