I was so wet. In fact, I was fucking leaking all over my panties, the image across the street making my pussy drool so much I flushed in embarrassment. But I couldn’t help myself. Couldn’t resist slipping my fingers under the sodden satin fabric of my panties, outlining my perfectly waxed pussy as I shivered under my own touch. It felt so strange, voyeuristic, to be watching them do this only on the other side of the street. And it was horny as hell.
