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Boy next door peeking at women

Mick had just turned eighteen, he was a gawky lad with blonde hair and long legs. He walked around the garden in a pair of shorts and not much else. Mick was always peering over the fence at me as I worked and looking down the cleavage as I weeded. His eyes seemed to look through whatever I wore so I hatched a plan to either make him stop or make him a slave. Two weeks ago I got together with the girls and I laid out the plan to sort out this little irritation. We would all get together…