She and Bruce had dressed, already. She looked slightly embarrassed that she was the only of the ladies to have put on her clothes. Robbi and Cathy BO...TH joshed at her for being modest. Bruce also looked slightly out of place. They all had a good laugh for them. Billy opened the front door to check on what he might need to put on to do the chores. He turned and announced that it was a bit chilly, but a jacket would be plenty. He and Ricky went up to put their clothes on.While they dressed Cathy,. She’d lived with Angie for the best part of three years, and had never seen her in anything more erotic than a terry towelling robe and rabbit slippers. They both looked towards her, smiling. “Where’ve you been? The bacon’s almost stone cold” said Angie. “That’s fine, I’ll make do with orange juice” “Fair enough. How are you feeling? You look great. Glowing. You shouldn’t go to bed with your make-up on though, it’ll ruin your skin.” “I feel great” Anna replied. . There he felt the familiar sensation of being watched. He always felt watched on the landing. If not by that creepo Sullivan, than by that old busybody, Mrs. Norge. That's right, like Norge the washer and dryer Norge. As always, he considered raising a welcoming finger to the spy, but settled for a mental one instead.Sullivan was something else. Not gay-he wouldn't insult the gay community with the inclusion of Larry Sullivan-but something along the lines of a child molester/animal torturer.. I then silently made my way towards the trees, until I was at least three trees away from him. I watched in silence as Blaez cried out in pleasure with each stroke.My heart began to pound loudly within my chest as I watched as Blaez's eyes clouded over as his face became twisted with pleasure. Blaez panted wildly as his body heat rose even higher. Beads of sweat streamed down his skin, leaving it glistening in the moon light. I suddenly thought to myself, oh how beautiful a sight it was to see.