"Oh, it's going to be a fun night, isn't it? Listen. I don't mind if you come upstairs and talk to me, THROUGH THE DOOR, but I DON'T want you trying t... peek at me, or grabbing me, or trying to pull my towel away, or tickling me until I drop..." Ok, I get the point," Tim laughed. "Since you insist, I'll go up to your bedroom with you. I've never been there, though, so you'd better lead the way. Besides, that will give me a chance to look up your robe while you're walking upstairs."Shaking her. I suspected they were kissing. “I love you, Deb. I’ll support you in anything.”It was so weird to be overhearing their heart-felt feeling over me as if I wasn’t there, but I was there. I was being fucked by their dog and sucking his cock.* * * * *I came out of the bathroom after a much-needed shower before dinner. Mrs. Woodburn was seated at her vanity in bra and panties applying her makeup and fussing with her hair. On the bed was the floor-length, sheer, white nightgown I had packed. I get like that around girls alot." His voice was not sounding good. He felt is knees shaking. He tried to not make it obvious."Oh hehe. So whats up?" She asked."Well I was wondering if you'd like to come to this Christmas party. My folks said it was cool for a few of my friends to come, and I thought it would be nice if you came."He handed her a slip of paper with his address and number on it. "Its tonight. I hope its not too short notice." Nope not at all. My friends are going out of town and. But the images that his eyes beheld did not.Later that day he was getting something from the closet when once again the sounds of girls in the showers lured him like the mythological Greek sirens to take another look. He didn't intend to, but he was compelled to watch the young lovelies once again.This then became the pattern for José; every day he would take a little break from his work and go into the maintenance closet for a little show. Through trial and error, José learned which of the.