“OH! Yeah, I see what you mean. Let’s get it out and see if it will focus that close, Dad has it set up to look at the stars so I’m not sure how well it will work that close.” I replied. We got it out and dusted it off. Rachel found the instructions and, in the book, it described how to configure the telescope for closer objects. After experimenting a bit, we were able to focus it such that we could read the brand name of the door locks on Ray’s garage. “There, that ought to let us see what we really want to see,” I grunted. Only problem is only one can look at a time.” “That’s OK,” Rachel replied, I got my binoculars we used for bird watching, we can take turns looking really close up and then trade for the binoculars. That way we can both see.” Sure enough two weeks later Rachel came bounding into my room motioning for me to follow. Ray had pulled his pickup across the opening then stepped into the garage. Pretty soon he came driving the fire truck out the door and he was NAKED! Rachel grabbed the binoculars and zeroed in on Ray while I began moving the telescope into position. While I could get a fantastic close up look at his thingy, I wasn’t able to follow him very well due to the extreme magnification. On the other hand, Rachel could easily follow with the binoculars. It was only when Ray would get to a place where he stood still for any amount of time that the telescope was a better option. Unfortunately, most asian of that time he had his back to us. Still, we could see the wrinkly bag hanging down when he bends down to work on the wheels. A few times, depending on the angle he parked the truck, we could see his thingy very plainly, right down to the cute knob that stuck out past the skin on his thing. For the next two summers we simply watched Ray as he worked while we started to think of other things we could do besides just watch. Sometime during the second summer, it erotic seemed as if things worked out where we could see better than before. Ray started parking the truck such that for much of the time he was virtually facing us so we could get a full-on view. And strangely enough, about that same time he seemed to be even bigger than before, sometimes he was huge! His thingy stuck way out and up at an angle. In addition, it bobbed up and down as he walked. A few weeks before things made a dramatic change, I found out from some other girls how to give myself pleasure by rubbing my “Special Place.” Of course, I also showed Rachel and soon we developed a routine where we would take turns watching Ray while the other got herself off. By timing it well, we could both have a great time. Sometimes Ray just washed the old cars, but other times it almost seemed as massage if he were putting on a show just for us. One day after he finished the fire truck, he sat down on the running board and turned so that he was almost, but not quite, facing us. I was watching with the binoculars and Rachel was using he telescope. “Wow!” exclaimed Rachel, “look at that!” I focused the binoculars in better and saw Ray’s thingy sticking up like a flag pole. Slowly he began to stroke it, up and down, up and down. We watched in absolute fascination as he pumped the thing, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Suddenly a jet of white stuff spurted out the end and at the same time I could see his face twist in an expression of pure joy, relief, pleasure, all mixed together. As we compared notes, Rachel was quite de***********ive about his thingy as she was focused in so tight, she could only see about an eighteen-inch circle and had the scope centered on the tip. On the other hand, with the binoculars, I could see his entire body and the facial expressions were almost as good as the spurting stuff. “Hey!” I exclaimed, that is what they were talking bout in biology class last sensual spring when we were in the chapter about reproduction. I remember when Regina told me about getting off by playing with her pussy, as she calls it, that she said boys could get off by playing with their penis. I guess we should stop calling it a thingy and call it a penis. I think thingy sounds kind of childish, like we don’t know what to really say.” I observed almost to myself. Rachel agreed, then commented, “Well, some of the girls interracial claim to have seen one in person and Lizzie claims she even felt one, but then she claims to have done lots of things so I don’t know if she really has or just likes to pretend she knows more than she does. We are leaving now and I am taking your clothes with me. You will find them at the end of the hall in the boy's bathroom. I ran my hands up over them and stopped to squeeze and fondle just a little bit. I pull my head back, I don't want my head to be near this. Not as hard as his but it was still an orgasm and she’d still enjoyed the fuck immensely & been in ecstasy while he had drilled her with his rock-hard dick. Who were those things interested in. Had it come asian from erotic Felicia? I didn't know what had come over me, but I was interracial loving every second of it. I hoped nobody was in the boats around mine, because they would hear her for sure. go ahead and show me what's supposed to happen with the red ribbons. I told her I promise to stop thinking about you like this but let me kiss you. She laid down on top of me and began to kiss me. I could feel that she was cumming again. “Do we know that address?” Beatrice asked. He shoved his dick into me. He buried into me. I groaned at the hot plunge of his shaft. Rebecca's heart started to beat again massage sensual and slowly descended from her throat. So… I did what I had to.” “Beautiful my girl, beautiful. “Wow.” I said.