I reminded her that we had planned on seducing John. I said, "We both wanted the sex. I enjoyed every last thrill."By the time we got to the house, C...arol was beaming a bright smile. We went in and headed for the bedroom and our closets. I got my usual khaki shorts and a golf shirt. Carol changed in the bathroom. She came out wearing a backless, transparent halter top. It tied around her neck and her waist. Her tits were on full display. And a pair of Daisy Dukes, cut high on her ass,. Cynthia and I made our escape. We decided to escape to the Little River, Little River Airport, Little River Inn, Van Damme Beach State Park, and the Pigmy Forest. I have included the URL to the Little River Inn: Lots of pictures: http://www.littleriverinn.com. We headed for the Little River Inn, located on the south side of Van Damme Beach State Park just south of Mendocino, CA. My dad got us reservations for one of their cabin suites.Cynthia and I rented a Cessna and flew to Little River. She was emerging into a sexually charged teeny bopper, or so I imagined in my head.My planned confession to her, about what I saw on that basement sofa, faded away. I just couldn't bring myself to start a conversation about it. I suspected that she knew I saw her naked pussy on display, but pushing this further demanded a courage that I didn't have at the time. That, and the fear of being caught by our parents, or my big brother, and living with this family shame, was enough to keep me muzzled.. This was the first hint of any sort of voyeuristic tendency, and it was prophetic.The snooping was inconsequential - I discovered that, as popular as the books were, they never left the library. I became curious about who was looking at them, and paid closer attention to our visitors. I might say the curiosity became an obsession. I would not be exaggerating.On a Saturday afternoon, deadsville in any library, I snuck up to the stacks with my little egg in place, intending to peruse some of the.