In big shock, I got up from the couch and moved to the door to leave. She ran and hugged me from behind and held me tight. I realized that she was mak...ng fun of me. I closed the door and locked it and turned towards her.She hugged me tight and I could feel her melons crushed against my chest. I lifted her buried face and kissed her forehead. She closed her eyes and felt the touch of my lips. I cupped her cheeks and placed a soft kiss on her lips.It tasted like rosebuds and meanwhile, I. Suddenly the shed door opened and stood there was the man from next door, horror filled my body and I mumbled something about fancy dress party, he grinned and closed the door behind him, picking up a dust sheet he covered the window and said I seen everything.Please don't tell mum I said, I wont tell if you don't he replied, he started to tell me how he had fancied my mum for years and used to wait in his window for her to come home in her mac and wank himself and also said he had watched her. As thousands have before me, I prepared to barge in, to assert my rightful place and express my consuming rage in whatever way my instincts led me. Yet something held me in check. A fleeting recollection of the many tragic outcomes of just such yielding to impulse and subsequent regret stopped me, just in time. Something I'd seen somewhere and probably can't quote correctly read, "He who acts in anger rides a mad horse." Something like that. Regardless of how accurate my memory of the exact. She then knelt up and began to rub even harder. By this time my semi was now a full on erection and I could tell that they loved it by the way they were staring. I then started to realize that they were all wearing similar clothes, a baggy shirt and a short, denim, sort of skin tight skirt and no tights. What a sight it was. I could see straight down Amy’s top and her small but supple teen breasts, though they were covered by a silk leopard skin bra but I don’t know what size but I think it was.