“I’ve always wanted to watch a man masturbate.” She said in a low voice, as if she was ashamed of her fantasy. Mature sex Kim was really getting into it by then, writhing around in the lawn chair and humping her crotch up against her furiously rubbing hand. She enjoyed it for a couple minutes, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. Slowly I got up, wiped my face and got up the courage to peek out the window. The whole scene was so erotic I was hard again in no time, so I figured “what the hell, I’ve got another one in me”. “Miss…” I suddenly realized I didn’t even know her name. She sauntered over to the lawnchair and put the sunhat on the ground. But it wasn’t all bad, as I would often have the luxury of watching her lounging around in skimpy bikinis.
