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Anyway, I heard the Karen’s door open and shut, followed by
the sounds of the chaise lounge scraping on concrete, which soon
quieted. I set down my brush and pot of goop and went over and
stood on the diving board, which gave me a view over the
cinderblock fence. Karen was lying out about ten feet from me,
at an angle, facing towards me, her eyes closed. I felt
stirrings in my pants as I took in her long, tanned legs, the
string bikini covering her pubic region, her flat stomach, her
glorious breasts accented by the bikini top, and the cloud of
long, blond hair around her face. Rather than have her catch me
staring, I called out “Looking good,” also unusually bold of me,
given how she and my mom talk together.
Karen’s eyes popped open and quickly found mine. She looked
a little startled, but also a little pleased. She got up and
came over to the fence, giving me a _great_ view of her breasts,
which were pressing together due to their confinement. I felt my
dick harden in response. Then, she mentioned that their pool
filter was acting up and that she didn’t know how to fix it.
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