Halfway through the summer the house next door which was for sale, was bought by a Black man, his wife, and teen daughter. I approached the man, Marcu... was his name, to see if he needed his lawn mowed for the summer. He was a large man at least 6'2 250lbs and solid muscle with a shaved head. Very attractive. He agreed to pay me to service his lawn. It was a saturday afternoon when I arrived to mow. I was feeling somewhat horny this day and decided to wear my mom's pink thong under my shorts. My. The TV in the living room was blaring, set to a 24-hour news channel. ‘And in local news, a tremendous blast shattered the night outside a local nightclub,’ a serious-faced anchor-woman intoned. The camera panned to show a collection of fire-trucks and police cars clustered around a shabby building in the seedier part of town. Flashing lights reflected luridly off the windows of nearby pawnshops and liquor stores. ‘A limousine apparently exploded behind Cherry Poppers, a local ‘gentlemen’s. Being watched thrilled me. Twice this past year, when he must have been home alone, her husband climbed up on something, probably their bed, set back a few feet from their window. He stripped off his clothes and we masturbated together. I watched him come, pleased he found me desirable, happy to help him get off. After he waved goodnight or thank you or whatever with the hand he’d been using, he closed their blinds. I hoped he had a towel down or something for his come to land on. Rachel never. The chance to see this 'perfect 10' of a girl. I thought that I can keep that memory forever and possibly fantasy in my dreams later. But I was oh-so wrong. As we resumed our playing, it wasn't long until I heard those footsteps again, sounding as beautiful as the first time I heard the Beatles, yet much slower and quieter. So much so that I don't think my friend heard a thing! My whole focus was set on the game until I caught a glimpse of green out the corner of my eye. As I turned, there she.