“Might?” He let go of my face, instead knotting his hand into my ponytail. Our lips met in a soft, pillowy kiss.He pulled my head back, exposing ...y throat. He nibbled the side of my neck. Kisses overlapped with licking tongue.“Well, I suppose I could arrange for her to come back to see you,” he whispered. His breath tickled my earlobe.“Will you?”“Only because I love to watch you get fucked.” He kissed the tip of my nose, an amused twinkle in his eyes. “But I’m telling her about how much of a. I had walked right past him. Must have been because I was looking north to see how the surf was that I hadn't noticed him. He would have had a pretty great view of my speedo clad arse walking past him to the water, and now he was getting the view from the front.Starting this post, I said that when you wear a speedo, most people don't care and aren't looking at you... but even with his sunglasses on, I knew this guy was checking me out.As I walked past him I gave him the slightest head nod. Ohhh....OHHHHHHHH!" she gasped and pushed my hand away from her. I sat back and watched as she squirmed on the blanket for a moment, her thighs tightly clenched together.Mary laid there for at least five minutes, her thighs slowly parting and her legs relaxing as she recovered from her first orgasm.Her hands had moved up and she was rubbing her small breasts, or at least the nipples, which were standing out hard against her T-shirt.As I laid down next to her, she rolled over and put her arms. John just stood there smiling.“I don’t know where you got those John, but they’re gone now so get the hell out of my house!”“Marilyn, I can call you Marilyn can’t I?” he mocked. “Those were just prints off my computer. I have the digital files and can print as many as I want, so get off your high-horse and let’s get down to business, shall we?”Marilyn said nothing. She was too shocked to say anything. Finally she spoke, “John I can’t do this and won’t do this. You’re a teenager and my next door.