Nothing seemed obvious, even if the pale tan of the shirt wasn't the best colour against her skin. The rational part at the back of her mind told her ...he was being stupid, that it was just one morning and tomorrow things would be different, but her emotions rode over that thought quickly, and her instincts and emotions followed a single path.What she needed to do was talk to someone. Not Shawna, who would simply tell Marcus to be more attentive next time, and he would, and then things would go. She let the water run until it covered her as much as it could. Scooting down, she could submerge her entire body except for her long legs, which she bent at the knees. Relaxing in the scented water, she started replaying the day again in her head.Seeing Richard for the first time and her physical reaction to him. Then his stripping her without being demanding but insistent she does as he asked. Then finally standing there for him to see and touch in her bra, panties, thigh highs and heels.. Lick me more…….go down go down lick my ass……” and I did …..licking her asss…..and then coming back to pussy and clitoris and the cunt lips was eating like an hungry person which she was enjoying I could feel with her moans…..She said she was going to explode in my mouth, and worked more harder just to drink all her tangy juices……in minutes she was all out ……with variety of her cunt juices….. and then she asked me how she tasted. I said lemme smooch you and you youself see how your pussy juice. I wouldn't have noticed it if I hadn't specifically looked for something. At first I thought it was way too far up to be looked through from outside, but then remembered we have a garden seat under the window! The crafty boy had positioned the spy-hole perfectly for him to stand on the chair and watch me washing myself!What was I to do? I was tempted to pull open the curtains and catch him in the act – or to quickly unlock the door to the garden and catch him that way. But I paused. I realised.