She watched.

She never thought she’d become a voyeur, but she was.  Those she watched didn’t mind.

So...she watched.

They each had their time with her, but refused time with each other.

She knew they would take time together.  Eventually.  They were skittish.

When the night came that they were with each other, she watched.

She watched their hands – those large masculine hands – slide over each other.  She knew where their sensitive points were.  Where each could be touched and moan.

She watched as they discovered that about each other.

Then, in the end, they opened their arms to her.