I guess I had a voyeur for a neighbor. I couldn’t milk that connection any longer and got up. Now that I knew she liked to look, I had to figure out... how to give Betty a better look.The next day she called and said her doorbell stopped working and would I look at it. She must have been thinking about the day before and wanted to see more! I quickly ran over for a look and told her the bell portion, high on the wall in the kitchen, needed an adjustment. As the ceilings in her house are 10 feet I. ‘Ssssssss,’ I hissed. ‘Definitely two hotties. Let’s go before you cool off.’ Although I had joked about it, following the two lovelies out definitely had John Thomas interested. They were wearing similar outfits of different colors. Cass had on a camisole and hip-hugger skirt in electric yellow. Her belly button was exposed and the skirt ended at mid-thigh. The camisole was short leaving about four inches bare around her waist. Nan had on a similar outfit in baby blue. Being taller, there was. "Mrs. Douglas?! If I'm going to wear a girdle, do I have to wear the panties, too?" Of course you do!" his sister told him, slipping her foot in the shoe. "What's a French burler without lacy, frilly panties?!" Because they go with the lace frill of the petticoats?" Alf tried out the logic."Puts on the gartser belts first!" Lisa Douglas told him. "Pantsies go over a gartser belts!" (I'm in a girdle...)" Alf grumbled. "Mrs. Douglas, can't I wear pantyhose, instead?!" Finished with the first. The thrill of the hunt was already causing my blood to heat. Caressing the custom walnut stock I brought it to my shoulder. What a turn-on it was to pull a member of the species into my sights. I aimed the unloaded gun at one of the stuffed heads on the wall and made a shooting noise. The sound of my reliable shotgun exploding was the last noise any of them ever heard. I had many trophy specimens on my walls, all of them foul and wicked creatures that plagued our society. None were so foul,.