I hear you outside the door, but you thought I didn’t know about your voyeurism.  You thought I didn’t hear your ABy feet shuffling carefully up to peep in the keyhole.  The door gives an oh-so-slight creak as you press your face closer for a better look and I can barely hear your soft gasp as you see Mommy undressing. Knowing you are there, I take my time and sway softly as I remove each piece of constricting clothing.  I drop my shirt to the bed and turn slightly so you can almost see my breasts as I free them from the lacy green bra.  I stretch sensuously to relieve the tension from the day. Bending slightly at the waist I work my hips side to side, wiggling out of my short black skirt.  As the skirt slides softly from my hips, it cascades down my legs, caressing every inch on the way down.  The view from the keyhole is almost too much as you see the faint hint of Mommy’s special places, barely covered by her sexy thong. I hear your breathing get ragged and smile to myself.  Without warning, I hear your footsteps retreating quickly down the hallway, back to your room.  What are you in such a hurry for?  What are you running off to do, my voyeur? I can’t wait for you to call and tell me if you liked the show Sara 1-888-430-2010