I was gutted but overwhelmed with my luck. Imagine the odds of a)her removing her top at exactly that moment and b) the binoculars being at the corre...ct focus.Normally there are indicators like movement in a window and during the moments of excitement I fluster around getting the focus right ( I have missed so many good views due to having been over- eager with focus adjustment in my excitement. Plus normally I am baking and sweating with excitement so much that I fog up the lenses with my. .. well, just who was it that had come to my assistance?“We should get you off the street at least,” the clear, confident voice asked a minute or two later. “Can you stand up?”“I think so.”“Take my hands and let’s take it really slowly.”The voice was both soothing and commanding. Instinctively I raised my hands. The man took my forearms gently but firmly in his hands then, with a lot of panting and moaning on my part, helped me rise gingerly to my feet.The bolt of pain in the back of my thighs. This would have been her room, she thought toherself. She had decorated it fairly plainly but none the less with afeminine theme, the colour scheme consisting mainly of pink and white. Itwas the room for the daughter that never was.After the difficult birth of her son, she had been left unable to conceiveany more children, not that she would have wanted any back then. She hadstill technically been a teenager when she'd had Luke, as her parents hadconstantly reminded her, telling her how she was. I told them to come over and I would tell them all about my plan. They were there in about ten minutes. Mom was home so I told them that I wanted to show them something but they had to be quiet. We went to my room and I opened the computer file and showed them my photos. At first they thought it was just another porn site till they recognized Mrs. Davis. They both almost shouted Oh my God thats Mrs. Davis. I had to calm them down so Mom did not want to know what was going on. We sat there and.