She really wasn’t taking care of herself and our sexual activities had dropped off dramatically. After a bit I moved to the back of the car, outside of the garage, where Pam was standing. I was in the shadows, but was shocked to think she might have seen me masturbating. He looked pissed as he stormed down the steps. The house next door to us where the new neighbors had just moved into was an old one-story, and they had no window coverings to speak of. The guy was tall and lanky, and had a scruffy beard and long hair. She put two hands against the glass to block out the reflections, and in doing so her robe fell open. “Hi Jeff, I’m Jodi.” She offered her hand to me; she was trying to act mature and proper, but she hunched over somewhat to hide her breasts. I stared at her tits long enough that she giggled and turned red in embarrassment.
