His eyes, his smile. Then I realized it was Frank, how similar they looked. Claus came into focus leaning over to face me while my foggy brain began a...justing to the surroundings of where I was. I had no idea why I was so hallucinogenic.Their expressions turned from happy to serious, my clothes were being pulled onto me as if I were a baby. And then, there was the sensation of Frank carrying me. I detected a sense of urgency. My dry mouth and the desire for water brought back a vague memory of. They spent time together in the evenings and on weekends in the garden and they would talk while they worked. They even shared some meals together. More and more Jeremy found himself watching Lily, admiring her body and graceful movements. When she worked in the garden she often wore shorts which accentuated her tanned legs and held snug against her butt and t-shirts that showed off her toned arms and would cling to her breasts when she perspired. After dark she would disappear into her house. “Sit down and buckle up!” I said firmly. “Fine!” she said. She sat down and buckled up. But I could still smell her pussy. She had always been a wet one, and soon after she sat down I could smell her wetness as it seeped through her dress, ran down her crack and soaked her asshole. My hand instinctively pressed my crotch. Finally we get to her apartment. She gets out and slams the door, I watch her—admittedly almost hoping for another slip of the skirt—telling myself that it’s because I want to. That gave me a tremendous hard-on that I could hardly hide.Instead, it tented obscenely in my underpants.Af first, mom didn't seem to notice it, but after two or three minutes she turned to look at me and saw it.I flushed almost instantly."You sure are getting a bit horny these days, aren't you?" she grinned."I...I'm...sorry, mom, I didn't mean to..." Oh, don't worry, it's my fault.I should be more careful and not flash my panties.I know how much that can affect teen boys like you.I'll have to.