I’m sure my mouth was hanging open as I stared.Tanya said, “Why don’t you start by helping me move these?”Tanya walked over to where I was sit...ing, took my hands and placed them on her amazing tits. Remember, this was the 60’s and not all teenage boys were as experienced as they seem to be today. I had a girlfriend and I’d played with her tits but they were teenage girl tits, not woman tits. I’m sure my hands hardly moved but Tanya was smiling. She sat down next to me, reached over and pulled. That Mr. Brown was fucking his wife, his daughter, and his secretary. That Mrs. Johnson likes to sun bathe nude in her backyard. That Mom is having an affair with Dad’s partner, Mr. Thompson.I had been listening to Mystique for several weeks. Then one day I decided to call her bluff. I asked her to prove her remarks. She said that she had investigated the whole neighborhood and that practically everybody had something to hide.That day she took me out for a walk. She pointed out Mrs. Simpson’s. Suddenly her eyes met my eyes which were greedy, she understood that I couldn’t resist anymore. I started to unbutton my shirt saying that it was too hot inside the room, she too followed to undress herself but I stopped her by catching hold of her hand which was decorated with Mehandi and took it towards my lips and kissed it passionately, I could see her cheeks getting red with my touch, I then made her lie on the bed and I was on top of her. I started to kiss and cuddle her and my lips moved. Rick was making himself scarce too, spending long hours at work - and then some. When at home, he paid little attention to his daughter whom they named Ashley, never once offering to help out.No, Rick's attentions were focused on sex, or the lack of it to be more precise. Cathy's engorged breasts and recovering figure were looking oh so very inviting, but Cathy made it perfectly clear she was totally off limits until further notice. This frustrated him to no end, not being one to lead a.