She wore a low cut sweater that revealed way too much. Kayla was shorter than I or her sister and was a little chunky herself, but had a very curvy fo...m and wore a just as revealing blouse. I began to feel nervous and embarrassed. I mean, I was wearing a flattering tight silk blouse that showed my modest form. I wasn't chunky at all and was happy with my firm C cup breasts, but my boyfriends' ex and her sister had very large chests and that made me feel very inadequate.Then my nerves dropped. She was radiating a big grin my way as she walked to her chair and picked up the towel. I sank back into my chair and turned toward my computer screen. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. Did she see me with the binoculars? My face was flush and hot with embarrassment. “I have GOT to be more careful,” I scolded myself. My house phone rang. “Hello?” “Mr. Johnson, were you spying on me?” “Er…What?” “With those binoculars? Were you spying on me?” “Well… yes…I guess I was. You really are quite. At first she was reluctant and embarrassed but finally agreed — anything for relief. She changed clothes in the bathroom and came out in her robe. "Don't look," she said. "Close your eyes."I did, and after a few seconds she said, "OK." She was lying face down on the couch wearing pajama bottoms and a bra. She gave me a flustered smile that said this is a bit daring and unusual but we're being proper about it.I tried massaging her around the bra, but that just didn't work. The straps totally. Guy 2 had his more normal size appendage in Mindy’s mouth. Mindy had an aggressive rhythm going back and forth on his cock, taking every morsel of the shaft into her mouth and probably down her throat. Those motions were synced with the strokes Guy 1 was making into her nude body.Margo gasped out in a whisper only I could hear, “Cool.”I tapped her on the shoulder and we backed away from the crack in the door. I whispered to her in a neutral tone, “Did you know she was planning this? Do you know.