She turned around and walked toward the corner of the building, putting some real action into her ass, knowing I was watching. At the corner she turne..., smiled, and went around. I followed as quickly as I could, my cock already bursting.The gym door was closing just as I turned the corner, and I caught it just before it closed. I ducked inside.She was behind the bleachers on an exercise mat, that same dirty smile on her face, her skirt pulled up, her fingers reaching down to her tight red. But apparently she was a Renaissance women ahead of her time.I would have liked to occasionally park behind the house but it wasn’t possible, no alley. They had an old fashioned single car garage built into the hill street side. The husband used it. That was it. It connected to a tunnel leading into basement level where the furnace was. I could have parked a block away but carrying my tools that far would have been difficult. And I didn’t want to appear to be a lone guy, same stranger arriving,. "Sorry," Sarah said, her eyes looking up the towers. "I wasn't looking where I was going."The guy smiled. He was wearing a red and white striped shirt and was lean with very short hair and a nervous smile. He looked down at Sarah from his 6ft 1in height through dark blue eyes and blinked. "S'ok. I was admiring 'em too. I never seen them before." Sarah," the teenage girl said, introducing herself to the tall gentleman and he smiled. He had seen right up her skirt when she fell, and saw she. Sorta." Oh ... is she safe?" asked The Wanzor"Probably ... she IS very athletic though." Wendy Five hedged.Monique was staring at The Wanzor like she was seeing a ghost ... or quadruplets ... or maybe it had something to do with all four of the Wendy's being here NOW when there were only two of them just a few seconds ago."But ... but ... but ... you ALL look alike!" she exclaimed. She turned to Junior ... or she thought it was Junior ... Junior being the one looking at the little puff of smoke.