This is my first attempt to describe a case that happened to me several years ago. I don’t know which writer I’m going to make, I’ll write, it's up to you, my readers, to decide.

This happened in August 2010, when there was unbearable heat in Moscow and peatlands were burning. All night I was tormented not being able to sleep. I undressed to the goal, but it did not save. In the morning it became a little cooler and the morning freshness began to blow out into the open window.

I got up and went to the window. We lived on the first floor. Outside there was a dead silence, shrouded in gray haze, and only a lonely man wandered through the yard with a bottle of beer in his hand, swaying slightly. When he reached our window, he stopped, looked around to the sides and turned to the window and went to the lilac bush. The menu that looked out of the window he did not notice or perhaps pretended not to notice. The man put the bottle on the ground and unbuttoning his fly pulled out a member.

And in a moment a powerful jet burst from it. The man wrote, gave the same sucked under my window!

My first desire was to wake up my husband and drive a man away, but I do not know what stopped me.

The man pushed the skin off and opened the head. I watched and something fascinated in this spectacle, feeling the heat of the wave fills my crotch.

When he finished writing, he shook off his penis and opened and closed his head several times. I looked, holding the transom open with one hand, and suddenly it creaked. The man looked up and saw me undressed, watching him. Our eyes met. He was silent, and I was silent. His gaze fell on my breasts, on my swollen nipples, and instead of removing my penis and leaving, he completely turned in my direction. His cancer moved rhythmically, exposing the head. Now I could clearly see his full cock. Member began to pour and grow before my eyes. The man looked at my breasts and jerked off. I wanted to leave, but my legs did not obey, and my eyes could not tear myself away from the excited head diving in my hand. the men unzipped my fly completely and pulled out the eggs. He crackle a member, otgryvat eggs and the skin on the head forcing the head to stretch and swell even more. His penis was not big, ordinary, but I love those.

I watched and could not restrain the beginning of masturbation. The hand slid down and plunged into a burning gap. It was awesome to look after a clever man and caress herself. I did not notice how I myself began to play along with the man. The second hand itself began to stroke the breasts, pinching and twisting the nipples. The man noticed and ottyanuv testicles clogged more intense. And after a few seconds, a spray of thick sperm burst from the excited head. And having described a semicircle in the air they landed fat spots on a strip of asphalt under my window. And then a wave of orgasm covered me. I shuddered and moaned lightly from my lips. I finished and I was pleased that an alien man was looking at me. We looked at each other. Then the man removed his household and buttoned up his fly, raised a bottle of beer and waved his hand to go further, but I, having stood for some time at the window, went to bed with my husband and, strangely enough, fell asleep.

In the morning I went to work, I was not lazy and went around the house to the window. Under the bush dark trail from the puddle, and on the asphalt spots from sperm. I leaned over and stroked them with my finger.