Before long I would have an erection, and the apparent privacy to take care of it. Despite being in full view of over 20 other apartments across the w...y and on either side, I’d drop the shorts or towel and quietly stroke my cock, watching for any activity in neighboring windows. Most were dark, some were lit by TV lights. Chances were slim of anyone looking my way in the wee hours of the morning, but there was always a possibility. The risk of being seen heightened my excitement as I slowly. As she turned, she said, "That's what you get for staring at your sisters ass." Seeing the blood, she set the basket at the top of the steps and stepped down to see how I was doing. She set down on the step just above my head with a foot parked on either side of my head and gingerly touched my cheek near my nose.As I raised my head to say, "I'm OK," I realized that I was staring right at her crotch from about 6 inches away. She had the start of a cameltoe going. Oh god. It was better than her. It seemed the recovery truck had arrived. Alex got out of the car. He was conscious he didn’t want to shake Gerry, the recovery guy’s hand, having Charlie’s juices all over his fingers.Charlotte also got out making sure her underwear was back in place. She watched Gerry as he replaced the tyres.“Out for the evening?” Gerry smiled at the pair.“This is my sister-in-law, I am just giving her a lift.”“Oh, right.”The tone in his voice made Alex think that Gerry thought there was something more. ”I could feel my face turning red. I looked up at Mr. C and he whispered. “Hang on kid, you can do it.”I can do what, I thought, last four minutes? I didn’t think so. Air wanted to escape from my body, but I swallowed it back down.“Three minutes and forty seconds.” There was excitement in Mr. B’s voice. Could I do it? Could I hold out for another twenty seconds?“Three minutes and fifty seconds!”I could feel the air forcing its way up and my head was tingling as my lungs wanted air. The edges if.