I wonder if she was masturbating inside. I bet she was. My cock was thickening up again, but not too hard. I waited and waited. It was warm, actua...ly hot outside. The humidity and the heat made for a sheen that made my skin glisten a bit. The lemonade was pushing on my bladder, and I did not know if I should pee there or not. I did not know to call out to ask, or what was expected. I debated in my head back and forth, but finally I had to pee, and thought better about me opening my. She would put her arm around me and sit close. Her eyes sparkled when she smiled at me. It was awkward for me, but she knew what she was doing. She knew that I liked the attention, even though I didn't consciously realize it myself. I guess I had stayed at the door watching her and my mom too long, and she knew that some part of me was interested. A month after I first saw Margie and my mom together, I had a second, even more powerful experience. This time it came on a Friday night. Sara. Taller than I had first thought, about 6"4 maybe, with full head of brown hair. He looked to be in his late thirties. I gave him a small smile and turned to gaze back out the window. Out the corner of my eye I could seem him getting closer to where I was sitting. Good, I thought, sit close to me. He finally stopped beside me."Is this seat taken?" I heard his deep voice say. I hadn't expected him to sit right beside me!"Nope, it's all yours," I smiled. My heart pounded in my ears. I was going to. ”“Understood, will keep in touch.”“Good luck.”“Thanks, we will need it.”As soon as Luca hung up, he got a hold of his buddies. A couple of them were within walking distance. Kay saw them walking up. She panicked and ran into the house.“There are men coming!” she was terrified.Luca glanced out the door and smiled. “They are my friends.”“Friends?”“Yes, I do have them.”They watched the two men walk up the drive. Lucas went out to greet them. Kay stayed inside watching. She saw them talking and.