My heart was pounding, partly due to the excursion of walking back through the woods and coming up the stairs, but mostly because, I now realised, how...nervous I had been, anxious not to be discovered creeping back into the house.Now back in my bedroom, I was able to put my plan in place. It was time to find out who he was, once and for all. Having made such a fuss about going out for the day, I was hoping that whoever it was would feel it was safe enough to pay me another visit. But this time,. Kitty, you are beautiful, you know. I had a girlfriend that used to do the same thing to twist me up, so it wasn't unusual to watch. She didn't object and neither did you. You could have told me to leave. I'd say we are about even. Tell me, was I pushing the boundaries too far?" Some, but we don't have much time to get ready. I'm buying you lunch in town. Get changed. Don't you need your shirt ironed?"I shook my head, no. I put on a short-sleeved shirt and my jeans were good. I saw her looking. One hand was on his shaft moving up and down slowly and the other cupped his balls. I saw him licking his lips as he moaned. My first instinct was to push the door open and stop him. Curiosity got the better of me though and instead was intrigued. For fourteen year old his shaft was long and thicker than I’d expected but then again he was a growing boy, already five nine and taller than I. Gradually the rhythm of his hand increased. I felt a tingling in my pants. It sent my hand between my legs. It?s a sex doll.?Busted in my own house.?Come on,? I said, ?I?ll show you.?After I retired I invested in one of those real dolls; a life size recreation of a woman with all of the natural looking and working parts.I took Chris back into my room and showed her the doll. She took a long look. ?It looks so real. What do you do with it??I decided that I?d better come clean. If Chris was going to live with me in my house I wasn?t going to go sneaking around anymore. I pulled the bikini off.My sister.