I turn over, sit up, take another sip of my drink, lay back and close my eyes.I hear the neighbour frantically trying to open (or close, I can’t tel...) their window so I open my eyes to see what’s going on. In the window I see Jason, the middle aged husband of Sara, trying to close the window. He sees me look up, stops, and looks right at me. Eyes as wide as dinner plates. I don’t think much of it and lay back down peering across to see him still looking. I put my sunglasses on again and start. Actualy, there was nothing left up in the tree except for a rope tied around a single branch.We told mama that we wanted to build a new treehouse and she gave us her blessing, knowing it would keep us out of trouble and busy for several weeks at least. Neither one of us were great builders, but we were both smart enough to get help when we knew we were over our heads. So we went to the man who always came through ... Mr. Owens.He came over and looked at the tree and then at our back yard and. I glanced over to Neil, expecting him to still be looking at the shoes, but his stare was firmly fixed on my stocking clad leg. He didn’t turn away, or apologise for watching. There was a new expression on his face that I hadn’t seen before. It was a look of pure lust. With his eyes firmly fixed on me I flushed even hotter and felt my pussy tingle into life. I had a choice. I could act all shy, which was how I was truly feeling, or I could summon a part that was buried deeper. I opted for the. I'm quite sweaty. And hungry. MaybeI'll order a pizza. I think that place down the road is still open. Or... Idon't know. I am quite tired. I might just go to bed." Holly began to whine frantically, pulling out with her bound limbs. Beckysmiled. She had no intention of going to bed, not with this waiting for her.Even going upstairs to read Holly's latest magnum opus seemed almost like anunpleasant diversion. Still, Holly had clearly gone to a lot of effort withthis, and Becky always appreciated.