But she had reassured him and pushed him out the door. Grateful for some peace and quiet… Mark had become quite the mother hen. The soft kicking of ...he baby interrupted her daydreaming, she placed her hand over the spot he was intent on kicking a hole through and gently rubbed. Christian Marcus was a little fussy today. ‘Missing your daddy are you?’ Mark had grown into the habit of talking to the baby. His deep voice seemed to have a soothing effect because he often settled down from the. Beyond the gardens was a small wooded area. There was a window from their house opening towards my house. I tried to catch a peek of them nude but the they always promptly closed the curtains before changing. I masturbated fantasizing about both of my neighbours. One day, Debbie was talking to my mom over the hedge that separated the houses. Eventually their discussion turned towards my studies with my mom complaining that I was poor in Biology. And then, Debbie offered to help with my lessons.. ."And was cook rarin' to go?" Now look, Squiffy," I said, "there's no call to go spreadin' that sort of nonsense about. If the Mem hears it the shit will really hit the fan."Squiffy laughed long and loud."She told me." He exclaimed, "that she was absolutely delighted that the girl was daft enough to accommodate you. Said it stopped you bothering her!"Oh, h'mm, yes well..."Anyway, what brought you here this afternoon Squiffy? I don't s'pose for one minute that you knew I was here." No, that's. On the Friday night at the local pub/social centre when he approached me on the dance floor, alongside my husband, I immediately gauged his needy intent albeit that he was at least pretending to be shy. As we danced he took every chance to touch and hold me. At one point as we stood listening to an announcement from the stage I clearly felt the light touch of his hand on my back running down to my bottom where he tried to trace the gap between it's cheeks, another time as we danced his hand.