“I can’t seem to …,” I wanted to say ‘touch myself’ or ‘satisfy myself’, but it came out as something else; something that Susan would...think was completely innocent and not masturbation. “Let me show you,” she said, stepping towards me. I turned to face her and now she was naked too, those tiny pink nipples all but incandescent with arousal. I looked down, wanting to compare the colour to her skirt again, but this time she was naked. Her pussy was shaved smooth and open like a tulip and it was. Hoping against hope that the ice cream man now made door to door deliveries he rushed to the front door and opened it. Before him stood a person that looked vaguely familiar. He thought he looked a bit like Clifford, only a lot cooler. He scrunched his face up as he thought hard about who this stranger could be."Hello, Willy." Clifford?" Yep. How are you, Willy?" Oh I'm ok. A little hungry at the moment but Mum will be home soon. What happened to you, Clifford? You look..." Don't worry about it. We didn't stay outside for long, though. Some of the guys and several women were gathered around the big screen TV to watch football games. I was pretty content. Doreen settled into Doug's lap and when she was comfortable, both he and I put our hands on her tummy for a few minutes, grinning like crazy.I wasn't that interested in the football game, but I was interested in a nap, so I went back to the house to lounge in front of our fireplace in my big chair. I wondered if I'd logged as many. ‘I have some lemonade, Chris. Are you interested?’ She stood in the doorway in a blue floral dress with a V neck, barefoot and her hair hanging down past her shoulders. Chris thought for a moment of a lie, but backed down: ‘Sure, Frau Pearson, I’ve love a glass.’ He put down his clippers and entered the kitchen. She picked two frosty glasses off the counter, and said: ‘Let’s sit in the living room and be comfortable.’ He followed her dumbly. The living room was full of older furniture and lined.