It was leaving the Gardens that I encountered Hattie McGuire.“Why, yes, I do Mrs. McGuire, you were our next-door neighbor,” I said.“Please call...me Auntie Hattie. That is what you did as a child,” she said.“Auntie Hattie, I had forgotten that, but yes I remember now,” I responded.“Timmy you are the spitting image of your father when he was your age. So tall and handsome, I would have known you anywhere,” she said.“That is very kind of you Mrs. McGuire, I mean, Aunt Hattie,” I replied.“Please. "There are a couple of things. First, I want to tell you that Jones is out of the Navy." What? When the hell did that happen?" The psychiatric doctor down at Portsmouth determined that Jones no longer meets the needs of the Navy. They are currently preparing his separation paperwork down in personnel." How is that even possible?" The Navy doesn't want the liability. It's easier to boot him out with a severance package than it is to risk having another incident." That's such bullshit; there. I felt like a Peeping Tom almost, looking in from the dark outside, stroking my clit.And naked. There's a big difference between being naked in a private environment where others are similarly dressed, and being naked all alone in what was, technically, a public space. If anyone should drive down the lane, I would have nowhere to hide - though of course I could always get back in through the gate. If there were other Peeping Toms lurking in the bushes that lined the road, they were about to be. I was watching with the biggest fucking smile on my face, my cock hard in my hand, furiously wanking and thinking about forwarding to see his dick cumming. He really knew how to play with that big dick too, grabbing it by the root with one hand, stroking the head with the other, spitting on his cock to keep it slippery and really working his meat. I was on the edge of cumming already and had to take it slow. Finally, after about five minutes of him slowly stroking, he paused, looked down at his.