Neither was making much effort to hide their looks in her direction now. Both were smiling – obviously flirting – and before she realized what she...was doing, Jeanie was flirting back. At first, it was simply a returned smile. Then, she smoothed back her hair and let out a sigh, the motion causing her tightly constrained breasts to lift. Some small part of her continued to admonish her to behave herself. They’re half your age. Just because they’re looking doesn’t mean anything. The pair behind. I was home from college during winter break while my sisters were visiting my grandparents out of state. My parents had let me know several months in advance of their planned trip to Puerto Rico. I recall that my father, more of an Archie Bunker type, had gone to the library to borrow some of those Berlitz Language records (you know, those black vinyl disks that produced sound from a needle on a device called a record player) so he could have a basic understanding of Spanish, or so he. Clearing the cats out of the area was more important than saving ammunition.I quickly found the terrain behind the caves and the outcropping that the cats were sunning themselves was rough and at a higher altitude than the surrounding terrain. That fact gave me an idea. If I could get up and behind the cats, it was possible I could still get close enough to them to use the bow. It just meant that I’d have to ford the river again, and that I would have to sneak up on the cats without alerting. I won’t reveal anything about my sexual fantasies and my sexual past, not yet at least. Nor will I delve heavily into the fact that my main sexual experiences were from watching my mother have rough, wild sex with her boy slaves or being whipped, pissed on, slapped, and fucked senseless by her masters. I must say though, I masturbated for hours while peeping on them through the cracked door. I know, it’s sick to imagine my mother having sex let alone watching her doing it, but it became a dirty.