He was clearly reluctant but moved next to the bed. He knelt down and began untying her cute little saddle shoes."Knee socks too." I reminded him when...he began squeezing her foot with it still on. "Now, gently, caress. Feel how soft her skin is. Lovely. Kiss her toes." He looked at me, eyes a bit wide. I flicked my eyes to the door and looked back at him. He made a sour face and kissed the top of her toes dryly. "Tsk! Not like that! Kiss it, lick it, make her tremble. Treat it like a test you. ’ No, oh God no! He’s found me! [Sorry, kid, but this is gonna hurt like hell.] There he is! He sees me, and he’s got that look on his face! His hand is rubbing his pants, just like when he came after Samantha! Oh God, please no! ‘Heh heh, come here, Billy. I want to show you something.’ He scooped me up and carried me out of the room. At the door he shifted me in his arms, and I got one last good look at the bedroom. This must’ve been what it felt like for Sammy. This must have been the last. A few small strings with very little material that might cover her slit. Helen put it on and I was right. It barely even covered her slit but it hardly mattered, it was also sheer and she was still very visible. I looked at Tim and he nodded. I was already sure we would be keeping this one.The next one was a gown that fit like a very short dress. It had thin straps and was form fitting. It was trimmed in white lace but the blue material was very sheer with a vertical pattern of slightly less. I started to hump up into her and she wrapped her hands around my tight ass and held me as she sucked me off. She was new to it, and did sc**** me a bit with her braces, but overall it was fantastic and I was ready to blow. A noise off to my side drew my attention. I looked over and there at the edge of the woods was my neighbor, Mr. V. He was in his 50's, divorced and lived alone. He was staring right at us, and I realized he had his pants open and his cock was out. Even from 30 feet.