Since her backyard was adjacent to mine I would sometimes climb a tree and sit in the branches with the leaves hiding me and watch her. Although I was...only eight something inside of me stirred when she was present. She had this sexiness about her that was so natural. Many of the fathers in the neighborhood would talk about her & especially mine. He and the other men on the block would gather at night and drink beer in our driveway. With my bedroom window open I could hear them speaking about. Then my wife woke me and asked me what the hell I was doing stroking my cock in the backyard. I told her I was having a hot dream about her. Obviously, I lied. Chelsea is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She is very tan and has tight curly brown hair and brown eyes. She has huge breasts. The girl was very blessed and has knockers that are probably D cup. She has long legs. She is just the prettiest girl in the world. She has a beautiful smile. Obviously, she is sex crazy, because she is. The curtains, slightly open, allowed a crack of sunlight into the room and the breeze from the open window cooled me as I drifted between waking and sleeping. In my half-conscious state I heard the doorbell ring. I quickly came to my senses. The parcel! I was waiting for a new router for my laptop. It had been three days now without the internet, and life was dull without the chat rooms and my cyber friends. I leapt of bed, grabbed my dressing gown and ran down the stairs. I jerked open the. You barely make eye contact with me these days, and when you do...." he trailed off this time. I subtly held my gaze to the floor, something I did when being chastised by anyone. What do I say? What do I do? "You've been weird too. You jerk off so openly that I end up hearing it. You walk away like nothing happened. Never once apologizing-" It was the look. It came over Leo's face so quick, flying through the room like a wrecking ball and now setting its sights on me. His eyes held.