It is great watching men try and look down her tops or when she is sitting, up her skirts. If she has a few cocktails she gets more daring. By the tim...e we get home I am as horny as can be. We talk about the guys that tried to look at her while we are fucking. I got a big shock one day. Although I love it when guys can look at her, I never expected something like this to ever happen. We have a son, that has my name, Jimmy. He's a good looking k** for only f******n. He is popular but also kind of. Her head tipped back to look at me, winking, as she went back to work. “Good God you’re sexy.” I told her. Her hips wiggled and she pushed her arse out a little in response, moaning an affirmative around me. I gripped her hair as she requested, a tight rein on her movements. I guided her head back and forth as one hand worked my shaft and the other cupped my balls. That hand left me, though, and I watched as it dropped to her slit. I gripped her hair harder, pulling a little to let her know.. You shouldn't have worried this time, though. It seemed that the moment you entered the house, they vanished almost instantly. You actually find yourself disoriented from the sudden lack of friends. Sighing, you find yourself questioning your friendship with these people again, and begin to wander around aimlessly. Subconsciously, you find yourself scanning the crowd, looking for a corner or a couch or something you can just sit and not be bothered. Preferably with a cat, that way you'll have. I knew her routine and waited for her to turn up sqatting pushing bucket of water and cleaning as she moved. She looked cute then. Her saree would go upto her knees. Her ‘pallu’ showed her cleavage. She never wore a bra from what I saw – but I could not confirm that unless I looked straight down her blouse. She moved here squatted, bent legs in curious way as to protect herself from any onlooker Looking through her knees. I guess if she wasn’t wearing any panty then I would have seen her vagina.