Watching my neighbours Pt2
There was a ring at the doorbell. I had just sat down and turned on the TV to watch the news, a cold beer on the table. I was a bit annoyed as I was looking forward to a quiet evening and maybe a film. I got up and went to the front door. I opened the door and there stood in front of me was Molly, wearing just a short thin cotton dress and flip-flops. With the sun behind her the dress was just about see through and I could clearly make out her little panties. Her blond hair fell down over her shoulders in scraggy waves. “Hi Mr Peterson. Jay and I were playing ball in the garden and I’m afraid the ball went into your garden. Please can I get it back?” …