.the dress fell to her ankles as she stepped out and was in her bustier, french cut panties and thigh high stockings....the bra came off and her breas...ts sprang free with brown nipples swaying to the beat, beat, beat of my cock....placing her feet on the toilet, she rolled down her stockings and then carefully removed her undies, showing a thick thatch of pubes and i FINALLY saw a crack of her vagina; pink and angry....she spent some time in the mirror removing some makeup and from my position,. 'Why don't you carry on watching them and let me look after your pleasure?' I suggested hoping to progress beyond voyeurism.Abby hesitated before nodding. 'Mmm that sounds nice'. She then turned back to face the window.I moved to stand behind her and reached my right hand round her to stroke her lower arm. I then let one hand move down her arm to join her hand inside her trousers and panties. With my other hand I enjoyed the feel of the soft smooth skin of her flat stomach. I lingered. Com. Please revisit it every now and then. Iwill be posting pictures and captions. I assure you that the runningoutfits I post on there are outfits that were worn as shown in thephotos. I tend to run on trails. So they are pretty quiet, but thereis still a risk of coming across dog walkers of just people out for awalk. Some of those trails are closer to a populated area than othersand so are busier.========================A bike ride too far - part 2I drove back to my house with Master. Watson was looking at my rear end, but over time this feeling had rather dissipated and I now thought little of it.The day in question was a Saturday in October. Simon and I used to alternate working Saturday mornings and having the afternoon off. This week was my turn to work, Simon who lived on site in a large static caravan had gone out for the day. As I attended to my various duties I saw Mr. Watson several times around the place in the company of another man- a man I knew to be a Mr..