I realize I sound like a pathetic old pervert, spying on the girl next door, zeroing in on her oiled, glistening pussy and checking out every crevice....ell, I live alone. And everybody needs a hobby.So I watched her.Her ass was so nice, rather small and tight. Her legs were long and perfectly shaped. She was just lovely. She could have been a model or an actress.But she was next door, naked, not twenty feet from where I sat.She dove back into the water. I was watching her swim when I realized. Ein marginales Problem also.Das Interesse von Herrn Neuberger an dem marginalen Problem änderte sich schlagartig, als sein Handy mit der Nummer seiner Frau auf dem Display klingelte.Er hatte sich schon gewundert warum sie sich heute verspätete, aber sie musste öfter länger arbeiten – genau wie er.„Guido. Es geht mir gut!“, sagte sie in einer Stimme, die das Gegenteil ausdrückte.Dann sprach eine männliche Stimme, die er zunächst nicht zuordnen konnte, dann aber als die des Rockerchefs. " That's me. The Rambo of Love." Luke joked.She laughed, "Oh How I've missed you these last 3 days."A loud throat clearing had them looking around.Louise called out, "Is it safe?" she asked."Yes, come on out." Jessie said loudly."I'm sorry you had to witness that. It probably wasn't much of a first impression." Luke apologized."You have nothing to be sorry about. I've worked for Jessica for years now. I am just so glad that she is happy." Did you bring something to wear?" Jessica asked."Wear?". "Ok," Grandpa Max said, "just make sure you're back in two hours for dinner. I'm making rattlesnake chili." Ok, grandpa," Ben said, stretching the words out uncertainly. "I'll be back for dinner, I promise." You know he's going to do his best to avoid your rattlesnake chili," Gwen said as she and her grandfather watched Ben disappear down the dirt road."I'm sure he'll try," Grandpa Max said with a grin, "but he doesn't know how long rattlesnake chili can simmer without going bad. As long as he.