And there was Davy on the other side of the glass pane, motioning for me to open the window up. But Sharon had her nightshirt hiked all the way up under her chin, with her bare voluptuous breasts hanging out underneath the crumpled-up material of her nightshirt (which I later realized was actually a lightweight, summer-style nightgown). XXNX But now, after what Davy and I had secretly witnessed last night, I really couldn’t blame Susie for not wanting to admit to me the real truth about why she was dumping me. And then I remembered that Davy was standing just a few feet away from me. No, sir. And so I got up out of bed and went to the window to investigate.
