Jessup whenever I could. We lived right next door, with only about ten feet separating the houses. She lived in an old house, built in a desert town l...ng ago, so all the rooms had doors, and all the doors had keyholes, whose keys had been long lost. Like most people then she didn't bother to lock her door during the day and I could peek through virtually every keyhole whenever I wanted. I often got to watch Mrs. Jessup in the shower. Lots of people had no air-conditioning, so she often took. She was her most comfortable in the courtroom and used it as if she was on stage. She would unabashedly use her femininity to beguile the men on the jury and her sincerity to evoke sympathy from the women. She is an attractive woman and when in battledress was extremely conservative in her presentation not wanting to alienate jury women. In short, she was formidable. Fortunately for me, her colleagues, and our friends that persona evaporated when she walked out of the courtroom. She enjoyed her. He looked at me and said, “What do you think of this?” He held it at the base and it was sticking straight up and throbbing. All I could say was, “Damn, Dan that’s a nice cock.”I set down beside him and he reached over and slid his hand under the top of my shorts and grabbed my now fully erect cock and started jacking it. He said, “Here let me help you out of those damn shorts.” Saying that, he slid on to the floor in front of me, and pulled my shorts off, got between my now spread legs, and. I looked though the blinds again and saw them still at it like rabbits, Carl seeming to slam his hard cock right into mums dripping wet pussy. I watched for a few more minutes, firmly imprinting the images in my mind, then quietly left the apartment a little unsteady on my legs.My adolescent mind had been pre-occupied ever since with those few minutes of abandoned sexuality. I had, I thought, refined my masturbatory technique over the ensuing months. My favourite position being the position I.