Hello to all! Many are asked to write another story, I do not mind, but there is no time, and even opportunities. But sometimes there are situations when I myself just can not stand it and I want to tell. Now there was a minute. I lay in the bath and decided to write what happened today. I would be glad as always your comments.

Today, my husband and I went to the nearest shopping center. He needed jeans. He chose several pairs and went to the fitting room. I went into the booth, and I was left behind the screen to wait for him to choose and bring a new thing to my court. Almost no one people. Separate sluggishly choosing buyers. I do not know why it is necessary to build so many shopping centers with the same lack of choice. Well, okay, I'm not talking about that. We went to the fitting rooms, my husband went to the booth, and I was left bored behind the curtain. I'm waiting. Suddenly, in the booth opposite, something flashed. Then more and more. I am a normal woman and it became interesting to me. I approached, the curtain was neatly closed, but in one place I moved away and formed a gap. And I looked in.

There was a man in the booth. Solid such, years of fifty. In a light jacket and jeans. Cute Jeans were unbuttoned and lowered exposing the excited member. On the mirror of the booth was attached a leaf with the image of a woman, against which a man photographed his penis.

From surprise I was dumbfounded. I froze, afraid to move and scare a man. And he continued to do a photo session on the phone. He is a photo of a member and his reflection in the mirror. His dick was excited, but did not stand a stake ... this is normal. He took different poses, opening and closing the head. The member was ordinary, but just like me I love. Not long, but plump with a head like a fungus and large eggs. Shaved, but at the base islet of hair. He brought a member to the photo of a woman, as if inserting into her mouth and fotkal. Ottyagival member, eggs and fotkal. That was incredible. I watched and felt how my pussy filled with desire. I wanted this member and envied the woman in the photo. I wanted to be her!

The husband, as always, woke up at the wrong time. He called me. You see, he chose a pair of jeans and waited for my advice. I barely broke away from the gap in the curtain and entered the cabin to my husband. That was distracting me, pants like pants and sit as usual. Nothing new. How small, just pissed me off. I was in a hurry to break free, but as luck would have it, he asked me how they were sitting on him. As if the mirror is not visible.

After giving a couple of important tips, I finally broke out. Alas, it was too late. The booth opposite was empty. The photographer is gone. I went into the booth. On the mirror, at the level where the photo was attached, there were drips. The mirror was splattered and drops dripped down. I ran my finger over it, smearing it over the mirror. Sniffed my fingers. They smelled like sperm.
I did not have a few minutes to see how a man had finished. My husband is to blame!
Now he is preparing dinner in the kitchen, and I am lying in the bath, writing, and the shower is directed ... guess yourself)))