-it’s your breasts, I saw them the other day remember?- I was kind of embarrassed , I felt like a creep. Oh- she didn’t say anything else, I went ...o my room, and decided I would go to find Cindy that weekend.Of course I dreamed about Jens breasts.That Saturday I told my mom to drop me at the mall, it must’ve been around 10 o’clock when she drove me, as soon as she was gone, I headed towards the corner I had seen my sister, she wasn’t there, so I went to the crappy buildings she had shown. Other thing I noticed is that they were all different shades of pink.But what I noticed the most is that it appears that is all she wears, no visible panty line and her breast move with each step.I have watched her as she comes in view and as she leaves my line of site. Sometimes we will make eye contact and she will give me a big smile and little wave of her hand.One day I looked up to see her walking towards me. She came right up to my bench and sat at the other end.She was wearing one of her. "She's in eighth grade for Christ's sake!" I called after him. By then, he had already exited the bathroom via its second door and was gone."Come on, Angie, let's get your clothes and get out of here. Cindy, help her get dressed." I'm shorry, Mr. Wilthon," the young teen slurred as my daughter did her best to get her decent. Not that I didn't find the sexy schoolgirl "decent." I found her most excellently "decent," and under different circumstances I would have enjoyed gazing upon her lithe. I look through his underwear drawer, his closet, and his bathroom. Then, I went downstairs. I looked at the kitchen, the living room. I went to the kitchen and looked at his fridge which was stocked. Suddenly, I heard footsteps, sensing that he was awake and knows something's going on. As I was about to leave the kitchen, he tackled me to the floor. I let out a scream. He took off my mask and saw me quiver.Knowing that I'm his next door neighbor and was shocked, he clamly asked me "Claire, how.