![]() ![]() ![]() It wasn't long before Joan noticed the front of her son's bathing trunks bulging. It was the middle of the day, and all the tenants were at work except for Joan, her son, and Fawn. Ted was in a lounge chair, pretending to doze, but his interest in the girl was obvious. She sat out there on the balcony now looking down at Fawn and her son. Joan's apartment was on the second floor, with a tiny balcony overlooking the pool and patio area. She was never seen going or coming from work. Apparently she was independent in money matters. Fawn looked to be perhaps eighteen, nineteen at the most. It was a pretty name for a very pretty girl. The only thing she knew about the girl was her name, Fawn. She had always enjoyed looking at pretty girls as much as any man. Joan had never denied the beauty of the female form as some women would. The bottom was a simple, tiny patch of bright red and the top hardly a band a cloth that covered her flawlessly shaped tits. Her skin was a creamy, golden color, her body slender but with some very beautiful hollows and hills and curves. The girl, with a honey-colored hair that fell over the air float and dangled in the water, was the prettiest in the apartment complex. ![]() ![]() But looking at his expression now, she wasn't so sure. But Ted was still too young to be interested in girls, at least she felt he was. The girl was very pretty, with long hair and a luscious body. Joan watched her 14 year old son watching the girl floating in the pool. ![]()
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