Remember how short my skirt is? It is amazing what the sight of a few inches of lace panties will do to a man. He stopped dead. That did it. Mr. Smoot... tripped up and I had won. He just sat there and stared at my exposed thighs and panties for almost a full minute. I didn’t think that I was going to be able to do it, but I just sat there and let him stare. He must have finally realized that he was staring, because he jumped right back into his sales pitch but it was not as polished as he had. I walked down the hall to her room.She hadn't closed the door. Inside, she'd peeled off her sweat-soaked leotard and pulled on a pair of shorts. She was sitting on her bed in the shorts and a black sports bra staring into space."You okay?"She blinked. "I guess. It just hurt." I know," I said and sat down beside her. "I wish I could make it better."Traci hugged me. "My big brother. He'd fix everything if he could."I kissed her forehead."I wish ... Sometimes I wish..." Yes?" I prompted."I wish. I was so mad the entire time I was carrying his homework to his home. Before I knew it I was at his door. His house was a nice house not too big but not too small. I sighed and rang the doorbell.“Hold on, just a minute!” called a high, sweet voice. I was pleasantly surprised that the voice befitted the woman that greeted me. She had an amazing figure complimented with jet black wavy hair, round face, big ocean blue eyes, and a lovely pair of boobs. “Oh, you must be from my son’s class, I’m. Stephen jumped on the couch next to me and tried to wrestle the remote from my hands. I brought the remote to my chest trying to protect it and when he tried to grab it he got a handful of boob instead. Stephen jumped up and looked at me. “Leigh, um, I’m sorry,” he said with sincerity in his voice. “I would never…” I cut him off and patted his leg. “Hey, don’t worry about it,” I told him in a comforting tone. “I know you were watching me in the bedroom,” I added; I was actually turned on by.