She was sitting nude in front of the dresser mirror brushing her long red hair. I moved in closer. I recognized the figure as my next door neighbor’... eighteen-year-old son, Tommy. He was wearing a tank top and his shorts were down around his ankles. He had his cock in his hand stroking it slowly. By now my anger had turned to amusement. After all, what sixteen years old wouldn’t want to see my wife nude? At thirty, she was beautiful. She had milky white skin, small but very perky breasts, a. Had she just passed through his glance? Or had she seen what she was doing? Embarassment made her turn red for a moment, but also fueled the growing need between her legs, imagining Mr. Janes struggling to hide his needing cock under his desk as he watched her play with herself. She let her fingers drift to her pussy again, glancing up to see if he noticed. He didn't seem to, and her heart sank a little. The bell rang. "Alright, have your papers on the relations between pressure gradients and. )She: Velila avan irukan. (He is there outside.)Renu: Epo di vanthan? (When did he come.)She: Ipo than una pathutan, vitrutha panchurupan. (Just now, he saw you, just miss)Me: Hey Sadhana, kathava thora. (Open the door)She: Iru iru Renu ve thorapa. (Wait, wait, Renu will do.)Finally, the door was opened, but by Renu. She was wearing night pants and a shirt with no inners. I could see her shapes.Me: Cha miss aagiduche. (Oh shit, I missed.)She: Etho kekRenu sona, ketuko avakitaye. (Ask her now,. But what's happeningis that anyone who doesn't know me, thinks I'm really a girl. So I'vemade friends with the girl who lives here. She's called Angie and shethinks I'm a girl called Sam, and her friends think that too. I'mtrying to avoid Katy and Talia, so hopefully they'll just think I'msome random girl they don't know, but everyone else here thinks I'm agirl called Sam too. So could you just go along with it? It'd be soooomuch less complicated if we just pretend I'm Samantha. Please?" Sure.