Fuck me. Fuck my pussy, read the caption. Ann laughed and went to bed.Ann called Tyrone first thing in the morning and said, "Tyrone, I've given it so...e thought and I'd like to do the video." Great Ann," replied Tyrone. "I'll get Latrell in here to set things up. It'll take a while to get things together. Come in around 3:00 this afternoon." I'll be there," she said hanging up. She grabbed her purse and went out to do some errands.Ann returned in the late afternoon and quickly changed into her. She slowly lowered herself from the bar, and crawled off the dais over to me. "What are you celebrating," she asked in an overly exaggerated "baby" voice, as she slid her top off, tossing it at Doc, raising up on her knees so her now bare perky breasts were literally in my face. My cock ached in my pants as she ran her hands over her flesh, a cute grin on her face the whole time, as she filled my wobbly world view."He got some great results today," Doc told the girl. "A family in the perfect. It was a large town, bigger than Truckee, and straddled I-5. We took the off-ramp, walking down the sloped concrete down to the badly patched asphalt that led towards the heart of Redding.The people of Redding wore more flannel than I had seen. The town was a mix of the old-style of buildings that the Theocracy built, along with newer wooden buildings. Women tended gardens while watching their children play in the streets. Men drove wagons laden with lumber. The sun was setting, casting long. I was over eighteen now. I could get in serious trouble if caught watching girls through their bedroom windows. But, I figured that Sarah Jones was probably still parading around her bedroom dressed only in panties and bra. He bedroom window was in the rear of the Jones' small ranch house secluded by many bushes. Not much of a chance of being caught. Or so I thought.I dug up my dark 'peeping clothes'. I was halfway to Sarah's house before I thought of my camera. Maybe next time, if there was.