I made a production out of trying to untangle the hose until I could see that he had taken notice. Then I proceeded to try to get the hose set. I bent...over, and, “oops!” my tits popped out. I pretended to be embarrassed and rearrange my top while sneaking a peek at my neighbor. I could see that I had his full attention as he watered the same patch of flowers without moving. His head was down, but he was looking out the corner of his eyes at me. I again tried to reposition the hose, and this. I’m not really sure how long we stood like that, but I am sure it was long enough to intrigue any passersby, time felt suspended like the world spun around us because we were the center of gravity. We parted lips, and kept our foreheads touching noses gently grazing each other with that goofy blurry looking into each other’s eyes that nobody’s done since they were a kid. I felt her ample breasts pushing against my chest with each short rapid breath and I tightened my grip on her waist, now she. My ass rubbing against your cock. As I kissed your neck my eyes were drawn to your deep cleavage, your breasts filled the top of the silky dress and it strained to confine them, your perfume was faint but pleasant. I’d noticed you the moment I arrived, your strapless dress had immediately caught my eye as purple is my favourite colour, especially in underwear. At the moment perfumes and colour were the last thing on my mind as I watched your breasts rise and fall and felt your ass press into. Arisol still lived at home, and was attending the University of Seattle , and doing quite well. Mako had not changed at all; she was still the Japanese wife, still believed that the old school ways were best and served her family as was her tradition. As Mako, Arisol and I sat and visited my brother Wade got home and burst through the door with a bag of groceries, a huge smile on his face, I hoped because of my arrival. Mako hopped up and took the sack from him to take care of her.