‘I won!’, she announced as she walked in the door. ‘ That’s wonderful Mistress.’ I said. I was so proud of her. She exclaimed joyfully, ‘ ...omorrow I have the day off, we can finally go shopping.’ As much as I was looking forward to having something to wear besides this same old nightie, I had reservations about going shopping for women’s clothes. With my eye makeup, lipstick and painted nails, I would look like a freak to everyone who saw me. It was bad enough in the safety of home, but in. Once I was in the room and the door was closed, they both dropped their shorts and showed me their freshly shaved beavers.Oh Lord.I waved them off, gesturing for them to pull their shorts up.“Okay, if you are sure no more bugs exist down there, have you checked for head lice too?”They did that thing.“Okay, that needs to happen. One should check the other. Use a comb from the bag and make sure the teeth drag along the scalp, okay? Look real close to see if you can find anything moving.”Both of. It wasn't the beginning of watchful eyes, and I knew it wouldn't be the end. I had always thought that only guys looked at girls like that. Either I had been right up until that day or women had perfected the art of doing it without being noticed. Who knows?I got the door unlocked and opened it wide. Turning to the two cooked girls I offered, "Why don't you two get some water and I'll bring this in?"Not only did I get a kiss as each girl passed me for the A/C, but both did a bit of groping in. I think that she knew that I was watching her through the window, spying on her if you will, and yet somehow I rationalized that a 38 year old divorced woman would be turned on by having a 17 year old boy watching her masturbate.Lydia was a tall woman, maybe six feet, but she was as thin as a rail. It seemed strange to watch her big breasts swing back and forth on her lithe body as she rubbed small circles over the top of her pussy and played with her nipples. It was just past 10 in the evening.