After visiting the bathroom, quietly, I started to push the closet door shut, but decided to see what kind of closet it was.After visiting the bathroom, quietly, I started to push the closet door shut, but decided to see what kind of closet it was. Opening the door, I found that it was a door not for a closet, but to the guest room! Through the door I could see the guest room, illuminated by soft moonlight against the pastel blue walls, and the bed, directly across from the door. The foot of the bed towards my left, I could see Jean, streched out on the bed, a T-shirt bunched around her neck, her naked hips and breasts shining in the moonlight. Her legs were spread and half drawn up, one hand between her thighs, the other alternating between cupping her breast and pulling hard on its nipple. I watched, facinated by her, as her hips rocked and she moved her hand over her sensitive areas, caressing and arousing herself. My cock, still damp with Shauna's come, began to grow. I began to stroke myself slowly, finding pleasure in watching Jean. Her breasts were small, but the nipples were full and large, covering the point of her tits. Her stomach flat and taut, blonde hair streaming around her head like an aura. Her lean firm thighs showed muscles flexing, and I thought of my tounge running over her. Suddenly her hips bucked, her ass tightening and she let out small mewing cries so quietly I had to strain to hear them. As she began to relax, her hand still stroking and caressing her pussy, I moved behind the door, so she wouldn't see me watching. Quietly I started to close the door, but the hinges creaked softly -- the same creak I'd heard earlier. |