She blinked her eyes open beneath her sunglasses and considered her naked body. Her feet were pointed directly at the man's balcony. She began having strange thoughts:
'If he could see, I wonder if he would be close enough to see my trimmed pussy...' This thought brought with it a strong urge to touch herself. Her p***y throbbed in response, but she resisted touching it.
'If he could see, I bet he could see my hard nipples..." And before she could stop herself, her hands were on her huge, soft breasts, cupping them, then squeezing them roughly, lifting them from the sides and scooping them together.
'He could watch my every move from that position,' she thought.
She looked up at the invalid man who was still just sitting there, staring at what seemed to be a point about twenty feet to
