Snowed In part 1
I watched her for months, from the park bench I watched her run in those tight pink shorts that hugged her ass just right, from a nearby table at her favorite coffee shop, from the back of the number 32 bus, but by far my favorite was at home. I lived in the house next door to her renting a room from an old broad down stairs. I had the perfect set up with blackout curtains I have a camera that I can watch without being noticed. She always walks around her house naked in the morning. Her breasts are those of a young goddess perky and huge, her skin a deep tan that must be from both genetics and sun. She sits back to the window to brush her long brown hair that covers …