Getting bigger each day. After two weeks, every day, she drills into my eyes before looking away. Mischief in her beautiful eyes.Then one day, she hol...s my gaze drilling into me. Her gaze touches my clitoris. I shiver. I look away first. The balance has shifted in her favour. I walk on. I am moist. My clitoris sensitive from her gaze.I get home. I masturbate hard, fast. I cum. Those eyes burned on my retina. The memory of the gaze lubricating my cunt.Next day. I try to hold her gaze but she. ) in a backpack because she'd come by bike. I was still eating, so Julia put Pat's bike in the garage. They returned to the kitchen and chatted with each other and me while I finished my breakfast.Ava asked Pat, "What did your parents think of your leaving the house so early?" They're still asleep. I told them last night we'd be leaving early, but I didn't tell them how early. I left them a note saying I got too excited about the shopping trip, so I've gone to Julia's early. They think I'm a. Then she went all apoplectic pointing at me sputtering while her face changed so many delightful colors. It was really fun to watch.Finally the Mom demanded to know, "What are you doing up there?" I'm unpacking. Why?" You're not staying in the attic." I'm not. I'm in my room." Come down here and move the truck. Then we'll discuss whether that's your room or not." She ordered.I went down stairs and out the door I'd opened for the Mom earlier, pushing Shelly out of my way and pulling it locked it. “That’s too bad,” Britney teased. “I’d have checked her out! She’s gorgeous!”“Well….I did…a little bit,” I admitted.“I knew you were lying,” Britney giggled again, in that cute little southern accent of hers. “Do you think I’m as pretty as her?”“Oh, Britney, don’t be offended if I say this, but you are way hotter than Pamela Anderson!”“Really?” she asked with amazement. “You think so? And why do you think I’d be offended?”“Yeah, I do think so,” I said. “And, well, I didn’t want you thinking I’m.