I was humping his hand then. “I’llfix spaghetti.” He removed his hand and stuck a juicecovered finger. “Hmm. You bring dessert...”The following night I knocked on his door at tenminutes before 6. My uncle’s raised eyebrows assuredme that I had dressed accordingly. I wore a shortwhite mini-dress that hugged every curve. I wore nounderwear, so Uncle George could see my nipples and mytriangular pubic region. I noticed that he was wearingtight pants and. I really do, cause I think I wasn't sposed to be..." I looked down and really hoped I wouldn't cry, " ... like this." I think you're right about that, Russet," he agreed. "When I saw you bending over like that, you know what I was thinking?" No sir." I sucked my lip."I was thinking, now that boy's got a beautiful ass!" He smiled at me, his hard craggy features turning almost handsome beneath his bushy black brows. "I was thinking, that's the boy I'm gonna train this year. Yes sir." He slapped. "You haven't told me how you want it..." he said softly. As he spoke, he reached behind her back, and finding the hook of her brassiere, unfastened it, letting the material fall away from her full firm breasts. The voluptuously rounded mounds of flesh stood out high and proud, and the pink nipples on the tips began to harden as he brushed against them with the dark curly hairs on his chest.She told herself over and over that she was doing it for Sheri, doing it to protect her daughter from him,. He was watching my wife Wendy and she was completely unaware he was there.We had just moved back to the States from Honduras into our new house only three days earlier. The window blinds we purchased with the house were on backorder for another two weeks. Wendy is somewhat naive in that she would never think that a neighbor would actually be out there spying on her.This is the first night I've noticed him, and it was completely by accident. I was placing a moving box on the floor in the guest.