I have a young sexy woman living in the house behind us my wife didn't care if I would watcher at her. I found myself slipping into a routine of just ...rying to catch glimpse at her. One night I was out with John and when I got home I looked around for Sara I walked in the bedroom and I seen Sara standing in front of the window. Her shorts were laying on the floor and had her shirt pulled up over her tits. Lucky for me she didn't hear me come in so I quietly sat down in the corner. I hear her. It seemed she had never seen Mark smiling so big. She could see her wetness on his face and was even more aroused to see Mark sticking his tongue out as far as he could. Liz wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips as their tongues danced in each other's mouths. They sat and kissed for what seemed to Liz like blissful hours feeling Mark's warm, hard body pressed up against hers and knew what or why. Without breaking the kiss, she leaned back in bed, pulling. . for brushing."Jenny laughed, pushing the brush through my hair. "Is it... available to for a date? How... about to be in love... is it available for that?"I didn't bother to hesitate with my answer, "it's available for *some* kind of sex, I think."The brushing continued, occasionally interrupted by Jenny's fingers petting my hair. "I love the soft feeling of hair across my nipples, have you ever felt that?" Was she talking to me? She must have been judging by my rapidly weakening state."No.". My proposed plan of action was fourfold:•First, get more hard facts via a phone tap on her landline to hear exactly what criminal activities she was reporting the Wilde clan to be involved with. Odds were, 95% of it would be pure crap. Another bug inside their hilltop cabin would also be good as well to hear what if any additional plans they were making amongst themselves in private. Carrie's current fellow houseguests appeared to also be similar sorts of kooks and fellow travelers, but were.