Well, when Nigel had finished with the second coat, I let him kneel quietly again while the lacquer dried. Our voyeur was still watching intently from...across the road. I held out my hands in turn to admire my nails and checked that they were dry, then I slid down lower in my chair and hitched up my skirt a little, enough to show off my pussy to Mr Binoculars (or was it Mr Telephoto?). I raked my fingernails up my inner thighs and teased my clit with the tip of my index finger. Nigel just knelt. "Why aren't you dressed like the rest of us?" I'm too rich," Lara replied, snobbishly. "I have a reputation to maintain." I wish this was track day at gym instead of swimming day," Lesley whispered. "I'd love to see her ruin her stockings or try to run in those heels of hers."Paul and Lesley giggled as they walked out with the others and saw the guys running around the auditorium like a bunch of gorillas. "How gross," Paul said."How babyish," Lesley added."How handsome!" Lesley, Lara and Paul. The words were there but he just could not say them. As he tried to say them, she pulled back, placing her fingertip to his lips. She shook her head slightly, that same smile upon her face. ‘No words Nick. You don’t have to say anything. I’m going to blow out the candles and we can get back to sleep,’ she giggled softly. ‘I know you must be tired still as well.’ ‘Ok Delia,’ he reluctantly answered and lay back down. He watched her as she stood up and extinguished the flames. The pale moonlight. She felt certain that in the dark, Dick would not be able to tell her ass from one of the other female Boy Scouts and that he would most likely remember it as humping a fellow female Boy Scout his own age rather than screwing the soaking wet and ready Scoutmaster doggy style from behind.She could anticipate the muscular boy mauling her ass cheeks like she was one of his cheerleading chums from high school or possibly his best friend’s older sister with the tits of a full grown woman. The feel.