.She saw the face at her window. Ronnie knew he was spotted; he jerked away. Goddamn it! How could he be so fucking careless? He thought the fucking b...tch was so wrapped up in her masturbating that she'd never open her eyes, much less notice him at the window. And wrapped up in his own pleasure, he'd gotten careless. Gotten too absorbed in what was happening in the bedroom and in his own mind, pressed his face too close to the screen so that his face was in the glow from the window and now he'd. She had gone to the bar at the end of the evening to pay up her tab, and a message was waiting for her, along with the keycard. No matter how long she stood there and looked at the card, she hadn’t been able to figure out, for sure, who it belonged to. She knew who she wished it would belong to, but that would just be too good to be true. She had seen and talked to so many people that evening, and it could belong to any of them. Her fifteen year reunion hadn’t been something that she had. It is tight, firm and compact; and when she walks in a dress it causes the most sensuous swish and sway. When she is in dress pants it moves the same with a slight change but in jeans the change is huge.The change is that when she walks in pants each cheek rises and falls about three to four inches. Her butt is extremely active and attractive, and it demands the attention of everyone who sees it. I cannot walk past her, regardless of her state of dress or undress without touching her butt in. If you do it with me, the other three will want you to make love with them too,” Karen told me.“Karen, I’m terribly flattered. I would in a second, if it wasn’t illegal,” I said.“I really want to know how you feel about having your daughter wiggle her bottom on you because she knows it will give you a boner. How do you feel about getting a boner for your fourteen-year-old daughter?” Karen asked.“At first, I was going to do what your dad did, and tell her not to sit on my lap. After I thought.