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Your name was Eric Marts, and today, you were the happiest eighteen-year old in the world. You had moved into a house that you had rented for a relatively cheap price, and you would be staying there for as long as you could, until you found a more permanent residence after college.

But that wasn't what made you happy. Next to your home, was another house, which occupied three very beautiful girls: Jessica Harts, sexy eighteen-year old college student. Jenny Harts, twenty-year old college student and busty. Alexia Harts, forty-year old MILF and mother of Jessica and Jenny Harts.

To top THAT off, you had your windows installed with something the day before (You were quite rich). In it, was something that allowed you to see outside, but not allow anyone to see inside. What was even better was that both homes were basically connected, with the window in the bathroom being connected to one of the windows, and another window being connected to the bedroom.

In case you don't get it, that means anytime you want, when one of the girls enters the bathroom and takes off their clothes to pee or take a shower, or when one of the girls decides to change...

You had a front row view.

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