I couldn't see her legs from where I was standing.Suddenly I felt myself getting hard once again and I looked down and my penis had popped its head th...ough the top of my pants. Fully erect I could boast of seven inches and at least two including my large circumcised head were visible above my pants. I had this wicked desire to turn around and face my neighbor knowing that she was still intensely starting at my arse. Better still, I thought, I was going to remove my pants and just turn around. "Come here. Let me check the fit."I moved a foot in front of her so she could check her work. She was very methodical as she tugged here and prodded there; more like a doctor examining a patient than a mother checking the way her son's clothes fit. Unfortunately, her touching combined with the silky fabric stretched against my genitals started arousing me. In horror, I could feel my cock getting hard. It was like it had a mind of its own. Oddly enough, and to my great relief, she didn't say. ”They crossed Central Park, ending up a couple blocks south of the street they needed. And a couple long blocks west. They stopped for Joe to buy a substantial amount of Thai food for the family who would be home soon, the kids first. At home, on the kitchen table, Joe found the note Eddie left letting them know he would see them the next morning and showed it to Rachel.“He’s with Trevor,” she said.“I figured,” Joe replied. “Anna will be disappointed.”“She hoped to see him?”“Victoria thought. "Coming Miranda," Heather replied submissively, swinging her legs over the wrought iron fence and dropping to the ground awkwardly. "Bout time," Miranda huffed. "Sorry Miranda," Heather apologized, embarrassed by the lack of grace and athleticism in her eighteen year old full figured body. "Whatever," the pretty blonde said dismissively. "Let's go, it's almost midnight," she said, turning abruptly. Heather bent over, retrieving the back pack she had tossed over the.