Christian from three houses down had managed to get up on time for his early run, which ended with him sitting beside John and taking swigs from a water bottle. Sam was at his usual spot, hidden behind his curtains with the light of the streetlamp glinting off his wedding ring and giving away his presence. And Old Man Olsen was out walking his wife’s prize-winning toy poodle. Though his journey seemed to stop at the streetlamp between Sam’s and John’s houses. Naomie was on her stomach and the exercise ball beneath her. With her ass facing the large window and her feet spread far apart so her slit gaped open, she did reverse crunches. She exaggerated her movements so the ball shifted, rocking her body in a short back-and-forth motion. She loved simulated sex in the morning. Actually she loved real sex in the morning. Simulated sex was just what she used to get herself excited. Four sets of eyes—that she knew about—staring at her body, at her exposed pussy, had her wet and slicking up the exercise ball with her sweat.
