Hairy Creampie Pussies

I watched nearly every morning. It was as beautiful as the hairy creampie pussies. Our neighbor was a lovely woman, and she would come out of the house in her robe, and sometimes even less, to say goodbye to her husband as he left for work each morning. If the weather was bad, she would stop at the door, but on a beautiful morning such as today, she was an added visual delight.

Today was especially rewarding as her nightie barely came down below her crotch, and more than an hint of a delightful feminine body moved beneath, confirming Newton's Laws of motion with every delicious bounce and shake.

What was that? I ducked behind the curtains quickly so she could not see me, but I could still see her best of the hairy creampie pussies. Did she notice I was looking for hairy creampie pussies? She hesitated, and then she bent down for the paper and stood straight. Like a model on a runway she sauntered back to the house. Was that walk for me (the lover of the hairy creampie pussies)? I wish.

I wondered if I should just let it cool. After all, fooling around could bring trouble. Or maybe worse, having the neighbor thinking you're a perv. I think I'll just wait until tomorrow.

All day my thoughts came back to the vision that was my neighbor's wife. I know better, but didn't she look warm and readyÅdamn. I went to bed early just so I didn't have to wait until the next day, and I dreamt of kissing one of the hairy creampie pussies.

Watching again this morning, the show seems even more flamboyant, with occasional looks in the direction of my semi-closed blinds. She gives her husband a warm wet kiss and hug. As he drives away, she begins her walk back to her front door, and then stops.