The owner of the bungalow is Audrey and we sometimes spoke to each other through the hedge and I had told her that I sunbathe in the nude knowing she ...ouldn’t see me. One day she told me that she was going to have another story built on her bungalow so that her brother and his family could stay with her occasionally. Later, builders erected the extra story and there was now a window high enough to overlook my hedge. I mentioned to Audrey that if she happened to look out of that window when I. .let mmmmm....mmme gooooooooo! I....I bbbbb...beg o...offfffffff youuuuuuuuuu!Ohhhhh....ooooooh....helllllllll!Ohhhhhhh Fuckkkkkkkkk! Ammmm....Ammmeeeeeeeee.....Ameeessss....Ameeeeeeeesssssshhhhaaaaaaaa, Please....oooooooh please forgive....forgive me and lemmme goooooooooooooooo.....oooooh!" Ameesha continues as if Priety has not spoken: not just that, she increases the intensity of teasing! Preity is at her wit's end: What can I do now? Preity shuts her eyes tightly, bends her head backwards. He looked at me with a questioning gaze. I told him, with some sharpness, I would discuss it with him later, and the partner came to my rescue and suggested that we be heading back. As Juan withdrew his hand, I felt the bolt of his flesh as it brushed in contact with the separation of my pants. In short, the side of his hand had come in contact with my labia. The ride back was more of the same, though Juan was behaving himself more. A single hand on my knee was brushed off, and he left me. The boys were practicing football and the cheerleaders were practicing their cheer routines on the playing field under the floodlights.Mike had his binoculars fixed on Nadine Bouvier. Just like the last time he has seen her she was dressed in her cheerleader outfit; a white pleated skirt, a figure-hugging spandex top, white with the letters GA in blue and red emblazoned on it, sheer flesh-tone tights and white gym shoes. Her brunette hair was worn in a ponytail.She pranced around; her skirt.