There were a couple of times when I thought maybe the neighbor had spotted me but she never said anything and she didn't act any differently when we c...aught up out in the street. Not at first anyway.Then one day I was doing some gardening in the front yard, clothed unfortunately, and she came out to get her mail. She saw me down on my hands and knees and smiled as she waved hello. I sat back on my haunches and smiled up at her. I knew her name was Cathy and that she had lived there for nearly a. . touching, feeling and caressing one another's breasts, thighs, pussies.Their breathing became more rapid as their passions built. This was not a mere mechanical performance, these women had been doing this together for some time. They shared feelings for one another.The older one began sucking the breasts of her young lover, kissing and licking her large nipples until they grew firm and stood away from her aureole, proud and erect.The younger one began to moan softly as she felt the older. You reached behind my back and pushed at the clasp that held my bra in place, its soft cotton design was enticing to touch and feel against your chest;You let one hand to slide down along the side of my body and pull at my waist so that my hips rose up to meet yours. other hand finally slid the clasp of my bra open and I slipped the supporting straps from my shoulders and down my arms. I sighed with a relief as the cotton slid from my body and exposed my soft breasts to your caring touch.. Of course the family is there with us, and we are visiting.While the rain falls, sentimental songs play on the ancient phonograph. The words are as foolish as the mannered voices singing them, but the word love occurs frequently, and it has recently become a powerful word to me. So I gaze dreamily away while everyone else is laughing at the quaintness of the music, and they tease me about it. I long for older times when thirteen-year-old girls were thought marriageable women and could be dead.