The song ended with a bam.  Her left had straight up over her head and her right hand pointing outwards at an angle.  Her chin was up and her right foot pointed out wards.  She held the pose for a few seconds before relaxing.

I clapped my hands causing her to jump.

“Oh god I didn’t  see you there.”  She said holding her chest and wiping her head.  I laughed and watched entranced as she bent and took of the pareo. 

Ok don’t judge me but I may have looked a bit longer than I should have but she was good looking.  And I am gay so I can admire a nice girls body.  I do think I crossed the line though when I didn’t look away once the pareo was off and I realized she had nothing on under but boy shorts.  

I won’t go into detail but she had a nice… rear.

“Eh hmm”  Someone coughed clearing their throats.  Spencer and I turned to see who was standing at the threshold.  Do I really have to tell you who it was.  

Paula stood there were her hands on her hips watching me.  While I was watching her daughter.  My face went red and I averted my eyes instantly.  Aunty Paula sent me a confused and suspicious glare.  I did my best to be invisible.

“You done honey?”  She asked addressing Spencer’s hula.  The blonde nodded and slipped on her pajama shorts.  I watched as the cloth slid up her perfectly tone legs.  Then I hit myself.  Paula was still very much in the room.  And my damn eyes had a mind of their own.

“Um Spencer do you want something longer to wear maybe?”  The older blonde asked.  Her gaze kept teetering towards me and I once again did my invisible thing.  It doesn’t work.

“Mom its summer.  I would be walking around in my bra if I could.”  She joked.  Yeah Paula didn’t find it to amusing but I did.  

I learned something about myself.  I don’t have control over the different parts of my body.  My mouth let out a few chuckles on their own.