I was enjoying this too much to worry about that window.Suddenly, I saw the woman from the room next door watching us through the open window. I told ...Nancy, "I think we're being watched!"She turned around to look, but the woman was gone. Nancy said, "I doubt anyone saw anything. Someone was probably just walking by."Nancy continued to ride me and had another orgasm. She moaned loudly and she squirted all over my crotch. She sat still again. It was then I saw a movement out that window again.. All the blood rushed from my dick to my face as I felt my skin getting a bright shade of red. My Aunt's question had caught me off guard; I'd never heard anyone in my family say 'tits' before. "No, no I wasn't. I was just..." It's alright Mike, it's perfectly natural. I won't tell your Mom you were checking me out. I actually take it as a compliment that a handsome young man still finds them stare-worthy." She looked down and stuck her chest out as if judging them herself. "So, what do you. "Meaning," Carol continued looking straight at Jenna, "an assurance that it won't happen again without some prior notification."Both women stopped in their tracks. To their left was a small, shaded clearing around the trunk of a large oak, and a old-fashioned, wrought iron bus bench the county had put there for decoration, or for strollers who wanted to rest and enjoy the shade of a Florida hammock.Jenna Starling dropped the nearly spent cigarette to the pavement path and extinguished it with a. Which was OK by me, but I wore baggy clothes every day so I could keep my secret.CHAPTER 1Summer was here finally here, no more jocks to push me around and I felt like celebrating. I ran up to my room, stripping as I went to pick out my sexiest outfit, a matching pink lace pants and bra, with thigh hi black stockings that had pink ribbons. I threw on baggy sweats a tiny bit of pink lipstick. As I left the house to walk down a trail that led through a woods near my house. It seemed like I was.