She sat on a chair next to Susan. And the two began to talk as they soaked up the sun.
Liam was suddenly in a conundrum. He wanted to get off so badly, and his palm was already slick. If by setting aside the binoculars he missed something unexpected, he would be angry at himself. His dick won. He stroked himself and shot his warm cum. He exhaled. He leaned back to regain his mind and body. He felt relieved. The intense feelings had dissipated.
When he put the binoculars to his eyes, Susan and her friend weren’t there. They had packed up.
He only saw her in the upstairs window once more. But she didn’t dance or sing or put anything in front of her mouth. A few times, he saw a steady, faint gray light in the room. He dreamed of her watching TV with the sound up, so she could moan and fiddle daintily with her lovely pussy. It was only a mirage, like an oasis of water on the horizon in the Sahara Desert. And that’s all it would ever be. Susan moved away that winter. An old couple moved in. Liam never forgot Susan.
“Some things will make a man strange. How strange, that becomes the question,” Liam said.
“Getting tired, Dad?” Badger asked.
“Why?”
“You stopped moving.”
“Ah, only thinking.”
“You are strange. And binoculars made you strange,” Badger teased. “Who would want to watch birds? Well, I think all birdwatchers are weird, if you ask me.”
“Some birds are gorgeous,” Liam said. “And, by the way, who did ask you?”