But at the time I was convinced that she had noticed me staring at her feet and was becoming quite agitated by the matter. She would shift her weight... from one side to the other. Shake her head. Tuck her feet back under the chair, then move them back out again to sit normally. As I said earlier, I never meant to embarrass or hurt anyone so I was quite relieved when she finally got to her stop and got off. I just couldn’t stop myself from looking, whether she had noticed me or not.Usually,. Mr. G had a small busted up little couch sitting against the wall by the door. I guess he need a place to sit and cool off after out-side work. Along the opposite wall was a workbench covered with tools and such. Mr. G. was sort of expecting some sort of request and I didn’t have any. He stood up wiping his mouth with a napkin and stood square in front of me. A clear thought would even form in my head. I couldn’t have even strung enough words together to form an intelligent. But she would make sure that I knew and that I was watching her.She liked to tease me like that. She had to be the most sexual teenager on earth! She tried to keep herself aroused at all times, just in case we had a few moments together and I could finish her off…which I managed to do several times a week.One time the three of us had been in the pool and I knew that Trisha was hot and ready. I knew that she had been rubbing her clit to get aroused and was planning something, anything to get me. My son was clearly turned on by my physical presence. Over time, this reality became more and more exciting to me. Certainly, I knew that like all boys his age, he masturbated. He'd spend an undue amount of time in the bathroom. I'd find an occasional Playboy under the mattress in his bedroom. I knew what he was doing. I never brought it to his attention or sought to embarrass him over what I took to be a completely normal activity. But lately, I had discovered something new. My own panties.