I jumped off the porch, leaping over the azaleas planted around it, and raced down the side of the house to the gate. I opened it and headed into the ...backyard. There was a new sandbox that had been put in. They just had their first kid, so I guess that made sense. Getting ready for the little snot-nose brat to have something to do.I jumped onto the back patio, a slab of cement, and tripped over the foot of a chair. I cursed, my toe throbbing. I reached the door. Through the sliding glass, I. I had a suggestion that I decided to share, “Mrs Jarvis, would it help if I gave you the choice of my daughters clothing which I have upstairs?” and her head popped up and I nearly got a smile, “Really Mr English, do you think it would fit?” she asked and I told her there was only one way to find out and after finishing off her drink she stood up and straightened her skirt, “Damn this skirt is so tight”As she stood she seemed to be a little unsteady on her feet so I jumped up out of my chair. I even added a nice tip. Then I dashed out of the restaurant and around to the elevator lobby where I pushed the Up button and waited. The first car to stop was a group of un-costumed people. The next was a pair of Starfleet officers. The third was my robed figure. I jumped into the elevator, took a look at the lighted button for the 17th floor and turned to the figure."You are a cinch to win the costume masquerade," I said."What? Oh, this isn't my costume," said a voice from the drooping hood.. I looked down and she was rubbing the front of her jeans, just lightly, but it was definitely happening. “If you say so, but my daughters aren’t and I know what effect they have on the lad next door. They were out by the pool one day and I saw him from one of our bedroom windows watching them from behind the fence. I could tell he was jerking off, but could not actually see it. I was horrified, so went next door to confront him. I let myself into the back yard and he was so engrossed in wanking.