What's Wrong With Me?

We live in the middle of nowhere, just our bungalow and the old farmhouse next door where Jim lives a farmer in his seventies. The view of the countryside is stunning, which is why we have clear glass French doors in our bathroom?to sit in the bath watching the beautiful sunset.Tonight I stand in my white pants, cleaning my teeth and looking in the sink mirror when I see him in the moonlight. It must be Jim who else?He just stood watching me. I should march out bursa escort there and confront him. I didn't, I just carried on brushing my teeth.Shit, I thought. Has he done this before? Has he been there when my beautiful Sarah has been in here? Stripping out of her nightmares? Has he drooled over her pert B-cup breasts? Has he watched her shave her soft pink pussy lips?Was he there when we made love in the bath? Has he watched her bare ass bobbing as she bursa escort bayan sucked on my hard meat?Shit, what's wrong with me? I should be out there throwing him out of my garden.I stood after spitting out the toothpaste, still with my back to Jim so he couldn't see my raging hard-on.It dawned on me I wanted him to see. What would he do?Surely he would go; he wouldn't want to see another man hard.I turned around and pretended I couldn't see him, or escort bursa his phone filming my arousal. I dropped my underpants, my six-inch hard cock dripping with pre cum. I could see him moving like he was playing with himself.I turned again and washed my hair, my ass bent over to his gaze. I rinsed my hair and turned around pretending I can't see. Reaching for my towel, I could see his shape jiggling as he jerked.I wiped my face and started stroking my engorged glans; pre-cum oozed like a tap. I sat on the toilet leaned back and jerked myself. Writhing with pleasure, I groaned and bucked as stream after stream of hot cream erupted from my cock.I looked out of the window as Jim shuffled away.