Sara opened an eye."How long have you been perving on me?" I haven't. I just got here." I see you looking at my titties." She was just teasing me. She...sat up. I couldn't help but follow the physics of her breasts as they shifted into their usual rounded shape, hanging a bit from their weight, but still roundish with nipples facing forward. And why was I perving on my sister? Too many boring days, locked in with nothing to do. Sara got up to get something for herself. I watched her ass jiggle in. That’s the kiss of death.”She seemed to push out her chest happily and sashayed out, looking over her shoulder happily up and down me. I watched her figure as she left, remembering how many times I had fantasized about her plump little body underneath me as I worked hard into and above her, her large breasts sagging into my eager hands, her olive skin stretched out beneath me… and pushed the thoughts away so as not to spoil my pants.When I returned, Mrs. Grenville said, “It’s good to see you. You can now rest assured you job is safe and I won’t bother you again for sexual favours. This was a one off for me; I just had to have you.?I didn’t know what to say really. I was expecting things to be different. I didn’t think it would be me getting the blow job. And in allowing it to happen I had now secured my job at the refinery. From now on things could only get better I thought to myself.Fred watched me as I put my clothes back on. ?I assume you will carry on being discreet young man? I. There was never any guarantee that she would be there: or even what he would see if she was; but like all compulsions, the urge was too strong for him, and he had to see.It had started about three weeks earlier: he had been on his way home and he'd really needed to pee, so he had ducked into the garden where he would be sheltered from the road by the high hedge. Having emptied his bladder, he looked around the place. It was a big house: five or six bedrooms, maybe. He looked towards the front.