.. Just a look. No wanking. Just a look... Out my window.Kieran gazed out the window, down to the volleyball court below. He grinned. He had memorised...her timetable, as soon as she had asked for chemistry tutoring. And Wednesday afternoon was Dominica Macchiavelli's sport time.There she was, with her cute tits and shapely ass, in her tight school issue shorts and white polo shirt. Her waist length chocolate-brown hair was tied back in a high ponytail, and it flicked as she jittered around in. His crotch was pushing against mine and I was letting him.Before we knew it two songs had ended, and we needed to get to the theater. The guys said they need to go to the bathroom first, I was sure it was to adjust their pants or more correctly what was in their pants.Hand in hand we walked to the block to the theater. It was mine and Dee’s turn to go to the bathroom. Dee asked me if I was having a good time, and I had to admit I was. She said she was looking forward to the movie and continuing. Walter was proving himself to be an invaluable part of her rehab team, even though none of the rest of team could see him and really didn't believe he was real.I felt bad taking him away from her, so we tried to limit our daytime use of Walter to those times when she was napping — something she did frequently as she was still very easily tired out from her exercises. She was making remarkable progress physically, though, and the doctors were well pleased with her strength, stamina, and. I came up with, “Pot always makes me horny.”“Cocaine does that to me too.”That was all it took. She lifted one of her feet (she had tennis shoes on), placed it on the blue plastic seat, and spread her legs. Her panties seemed to be basic white bikini briefs.“You dirty boy, you’re looking at my panties.”“You dirty girl, you’re showing them to me.”She crooked a finger at me to have me come over. I pointed to myself, me?Her nod meant, yes, you.I went over to her side, and well, we just went at.