I took a couple of steps closer and my stomach sank then the picture came up. I'd expected it to be one of the Blue Jay taking fight.

Instead what I was looking at was a close up of Molly as she had come out of the pool. It was the shot of her when she was shaking her head, her long wet hair was flying about and her breasts were glistening with beads of water.

"Tell you, what; you must have really been zooming in for that one.”

Molly pointed out.

Oh you stupid fuck! I'd been in a hurry and grabbed the wrong damn disc!

"I think this one is my favorite though." Molly clicked to the next pic, which was her standing by her chair, "Hmm, that's not it, where is it."

"M...Molly, look I'm uh..."

"Shh." She said still watching the slide show, "Here it is."

To my dismay she stopped on the one of her with her leg raised, rubbing lotion on her thigh. She clicked once more and it was the same pose, but zoomed in close enough to see the focus of the picture was the thin strip of blue material barely concealing her pussy. Her fingers, with their red nails were inches from it and coated in the white lotion. This was the shot I'd whacked off to last night.

"I take back what I said about the one with the water on my tits."

Molly said, nodding, "This is the one with the serious zoom." She looked at me and winked, "Good thing I know that was lotion because it looks like, well I think you know what it looks Like don't you?"

“Molly I'm so sorry!" I blurted out my ears burning and my face flushing in humiliation.

“I...gave you the wrong pictures."

"Obviously." She grinned, "But is that the only reason you're sorry?

Or just sorry I know you hang out your window taking pictures of me?"

"I,..both I guess." I sighed, my shoulders slumping, “Please don't tell my folks." I paused, "And Jack, he'd be really pissed and..."

"I'm not going to tell anyone Greg." She shook her head, "This will stay just between us, okay?"

"Thank you." A surge of relief flowed through me.

“And I am sorry,

I...I feel like a pervert."

"Don't be sorry at all, honey." Molly gave me a big smile, "Greg seeing these pictures made my night!"

"They did?"

"Of course they did! The fact a guy half my age thinks I'm hot enough to take racy pictures of? It made me feel sexy.”

"Really?"

"Yes," she gave me a pout that caused my heart to beat faster, "You do think I'm sexy, don't you, Greg?"

"ro"

"Don't be shy." She walked up to me and I had to fight to keep my eyes on her face and not her prominent breasts.

“You can tell me what you think," she giggled, “Not like I don't know at this point."

"Yeah," I grinned sheepishly, “I think you're pretty hot, Molly, always have."

“Oh, I like that. You think your friend's mom is a milf?" she gave her long hair a toss, “Am I a cougar?"