Although we didn’t intentionally flaunt our nudity, especially when clients or visitors were expected, anal other than that we were pretty relaxed about being naked. A couple of times our identical twin cousins, Cindy and Crissy dropped by unexpectedly causing us to step inside the workshop and don our clothes. Even so, we knew we had been seen by the expressions on their faces when we came into the house, but no one made a big deal of it. One of the reasons we hurried inside when they came around was to hide the inevitable erections that popped up when we knew we were being seen by our drop-dead-gorgeous cousins. By drop-dead-gorgeous, I mean every red-blooded would be stud in the school district would have given their last dollar to get their hands on those perfect titties! After one of these episodes, Don commented to me, “Ron, I am beginning to think Cindy and Crissy are not that bothered by seeing us naked, do you think they are spying on purpose?” I had wondered the same thing myself, but didn’t know how to find out if it were true or not, and certainly didn’t want to risk a family incident by pushing things too far. However; one memorable spring Saturday morning the question was answered in a most definite way. Mom and Dad had taken off for the weekend along with Uncle Kenny and Aunt Rachel to attend a Tantra Workshop, whatever that was. Crissy and Cindy had a car they shared and all of us being sixteen were considered old enough to stay home by ourselves. The girls at their house some three blocks distant while Don and I stayed home. “Hey Ron,” Don said, “I got to pressure wash this frame and you know how messy and wet that gets. Do you know if the girls are coming over?” “They haven’t said anything to me about it,” I replied. “Besides, even if they do, we ass fucking can hear them drive up in time to get inside. Just as well get with it.” With that, we shucked our clothes and began the task. I handled the frame, turning it so Don could blast the dirt away while he handled the equipment. We had gotten near the end of the task when Don looked at me with a startled expression. “Ron, we are being watched. Don’t look toward the kitchen, but Cindy and Crissy are peeking around the sides of the window. I caught a glimpse of something moving so looked up for just a second and saw one of them jerk back out of sight, but I am sure they are watching us. What orgasm do you think we should do?” “Well,” I answered while avoiding anything Shaved Pussy that would let them know we were aware of them, “I think we should just go about what we are doing, but perhaps give them a little more show than we have. Let’s make sure we are turned so they can get a good look.” “That’s fine for you to say,” Don answered, “But you haven’t got a boner popping up like I do.” As he said that, I glanced and sure enough, he was about half-staff and rising. Then I realized that very soon I would be joining him as I felt my own cock rising to the occasion. “Well, they are the ones looking, and we are working, so let’s just keep on and see how it turns out. Besides, we are not quite finished and we need to get this done.” I turned the frame and Don finished blasting years of grime away. By now the cold water splashing on us kept our cocks from full engorgement, but still they were standing up fairly well, certainly not hanging loose. After Don turned off the pressure washer, we carried the parts back into the work shop and rolled up the hose. We stood about profile to the kitchen window but not looking directly at it. Still, I was able to catch enough movement to know they were still watching us. Shortly, we were both sporting full-on ball-aching erections. Slowly we turned and went into the shop, gathered up our clothes but before putting them on, Don came up with a suggestion. “Hey Ron, why don’t we hit the outside pool shower and take a swim, we’ll act like we don’t know they are watching, maybe something will develop.” Don and I dropped the clothes and walked out of the shop area and over to the pool shower for a quick rinse then dove into the pool and started swimming laps. With us both on the swim team, we were good swimmers and it was a natural thing to do. I kept checking the kitchen window to see if the girls were still watching. Sure enough when I glanced toward the window, I could see one of them move out of view. With the vigorous close up exercise and the cool water, our boners reduced to a respectable size but still not completely soft. My face got redder as I struggled to finish my story. I got carried away. “Okay,” I began. 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It was this heat Shaved Pussy that made me shudder. The weekend came and she asked “can we hold off on the dirty this weekend?”. At least, I’m not going to hurt close up him, but I anal do have other intentions for the boy. I feel like I need to worship your pussy Mistress. After she prepared lunch he showered her he gave her a loose summer dress and shoes, then took her to her appointment he, he took her in and said he would call back. “You...What? “Wimp boy. Amanda took her hand and smeared my cum all over my mouth before she shoved her fingers between my lips making me taste its saltiness. I kissed Clint harder, grinding on her. Do you want me to move out?” She says in a defeated manner.