Letter/Story 71 Tree-House Voyeurs.

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Hi from New Zealand.
        Here we are all doing fine and we hope this letter finds all of our friends in India doing so as well.
        Now first off, good work Katrina. Thank you for a great story, which we all enjoyed reading. I know you had some help but it was still well-written and easy to read. The true test of a good story is how easy it can be read out loud and yours worked well. We are all looking forward to more of your writing.
        Katrina, like we talked about on the phone, I have done some editing for you. Mainly I’ve polished it up and added to the conversations. I have sent you a copy of this with all my changes in red. Please have a look and let me know if you are happy with it. If so, then Amata can format it and include your story in The Letters Books.

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        Now to Sarvesh and Amita rather than you Katrina, some of us in New Zealand were a bit concerned about some parts of this story. The first part was where you put Katrina into the situation where she felt she had to remove her clothes in front of everybody. I must admit that you seem to have taken it well Katrina and once it was over you seem to have accepted being involved in nude activities. But we feel maybe you should not have been put into that position in the first place.
        >The second even worse part was Elizabeth’s reaction to Katrina being “forced” to strip in front of everybody. She showed real fear that she might be required to do the same. She also was shocked with you Katrina, as well. This was not a very good situation for her to be in. It appears you handled things well during your long talk with her Amita and I trust everything is sorted now, so all is well but of course, I am sure you realise it could have turned out differently.
        So we all need to keep this lesson in mind when we are introducing new people to our fun and games. Going nude, stripping games and other things like that may be a shock for many people, particularly for people in India, so we must prepare them beforehand. Remember our goal should always be to have good adult fun but never cause anybody any harm. I believe Amita you may even have mentioned this within the story.
        Now finally concerning Elizabeth; is she OK with things now? It will not be good for you all if she begins to talk about what goes on at your house. If the media or authorities come to know, things could be bad considering you all own businesses or are leaders within a small community.
        Well, I believe I have made my point. Please do not be offended by what I have just written. We thought about this long and hard before I began writing because it was not our intention to upset you both but we felt something had to be said.
                I love you both Amita and Sarvesh.

        Before we begin our story I want to add some more exciting news from us in New Zealand. Mike and I are expecting our second child. I agree with you Sarvesh between your team and our team we seem to be having babies all the time.
        Mike says, “We’re having babies coming out of our ears.”
        Maybe I need to sit down and have a talk with him about where babies really do come from. Ha! Ha!
        Now on with our story for this letter. The events surrounding this story happened up at Joseph and Lizamoa’s house and so I believe it is better if they get to tell the story.
               Bye for now Shanti.

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Hi, it’s Joseph here:-
        When we moved into our new house one of the features we enjoyed was the native trees which were surrounding us. We have nearly 10 acres of land which can not be cleared so it is like we are having our own private forest park.
        At the back of the house, we have a swimming pool and a large sunny area with a deck where we can sit and have a barbecue. The pool is not a concrete one in the ground like Shanti’s. It sits on top but the deck is built up to the edge as well.
        Now when the summer arrived we began enjoying being outside in this hidden place. We did some swimming and relaxing by the pool. Lizamoa has been wearing her bikini. I do not think my mother approved of it and even less when Lizamoa took off her top but since there was no one there but us, I convinced my mother it was OK. Of course when my mother was not there then things could be getting even ‘worse or better’ than just topless too.

        Now one day we had been for a swim and Lizamoa was sitting outside under a sun shade. I had to go upstairs to our room and while I was there I casually looked at the window. Suddenly through the trees, I saw a flash. It looked a sunlight had flashed on glass. Keeping out of sight I watched for a few minutes. There it was again, a flash of sunlight. I began to realise someone was watching us. Or I should say watching Lizamoa at the pool.
        Not saying anything, later in the evening, I decided to investigate more fully. I quietly made my way up through the trees in the direction I had seen the flash of sunlight. Once I was under a very large tree I discovered a rope ladder hanging down. Looking up through the fading light I caught sight of a tree-house. Then hearing voices I quietly backed away.

        That night I talked with Lizamoa.
        “Lizamoa, do you remember the first house we lived at after we came to be married?” I asked her.
        “Yes,” she replied. “The very small house we were renting.”
        “And can you remember the fun you had going to the bathroom outside?”
        “Oh! Yes, Joseph! There was that cheeky fellow next door peeking at me when I am taking some of my clothes off.”  (See Letter 10)
        “Exactly. You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”
        “Yes, it was a lot of fun, Joseph. Very sexy too.”
        “Would you be happy to doing that again?”
        “Of course, I like showing off my body parts now. But where can I be here when there is no house which we can see.”
        “Well, today while you were by the pool somebody was watching you.”
        “Really!” she replied with a grin. “Oh, why didn’t you tell me before and I could take my bikini off for him.”
        “Well, next time you can. And maybe do more for him as well. But I wanted to check and see who we were dealing with first.”
        I then told her about my little walk up into the bush and how I had discovered a tree house and even tonight there are still people in it.
        “What? More than one?”
        “Yes, I think there are two younger guys up there. They are even there now.”

        The next morning when the light was different I got the binoculars and looked from our room. Yes in the shade of the trees I could see a tree-house and there was an open window towards our house. It was hard to tell who was there but while I watched I could certainly see some movement.
        Lizamoa was standing beside me in our bedroom.
        “Here, have a look,” I said, “Over there under the trees.”
        “Yes I can see a small house up in the tree,” she said. “But I can not see anybody. Oh, wait a minute there he is. I can see somebody... Yes, another one there too.”
        “Well, are you going for a swim now?”
        “Maybe I will swim or maybe I will just sit on the deck,” she said with a grin.
        So there was no doubt they were still there. We both had seen them. It was obvious they had been there all night. Well, she was excited to go down by the pool. I was excited to watch my wife preparing to go down to bare her body for these strangers. I could tell that she was excited too.
        She stood naked in front of the mirror as she rubbed oil all over her body making her brown skin shine. As she did I lay on the bed. She looked up in the mirror and caught me watching her. She smiled and I blew her a kiss as I knew how turned on she was becoming.
        “You ready for some fun?” I asked her.
        “Not quite,” she replied, her voice almost a whisper. “Just one more thing.”
        Taking a pair of scissors she began trimming her pussy. There was my sexy wife, preparing herself, preparing to expose her naked body to some complete strangers. The thought was so hot it was all I could do to stop myself from jumping up and pulling her back to the bed. But then I thought there would be plenty of time for that afterwards.
        I watched her getting ready as she picked the tiniest bikini she had and held it up against herself.
        “Is this OK?” she asked me.
        “No, too many clothings. It would be better without it,” I laughed.
        “Oh it will,” she replied. “I don’t think it will be on too long.”
        As I watched she took the top and put it on, adjusting the tiny cups which barely covered her breasts. Then she stepped into the bottom, nothing more than a G-string. As she stood facing the mirror I could see how the back covered hardly any of her sexy arse. I watched her in front of the mirror wearing just that tiny bikini, posing for herself, turning and checking different angles, checking herself first, before her big show. I wondered just how far she was actually intending to go.
        I followed her down to the deck but keeping out of sight myself, I watched as she made herself comfortable. She pulled a deck chair so it was turned facing directly towards the hidden treehouse. As she did those guys must have had a grand view of her sexy arse in that tiny G-string. Now wearing only that tiniest bikini she sat down and lay back. After a few minutes, she took some sun-lotion and began to apply it on herself. It was in some ways a bit of a waste because being an Indian she had no need of a suntan and she was sitting in the shade but I knew why she was doing it. It was all for her audience. It was so they could watch her touching herself, an excuse for running her hands over her sexy body.
        I noticed how she took a long time rubbing the oil around the edges of her bikini top, particularly over the exposed parts of her breasts. Then she was sitting back, her legs parted as she rubbed oil up between them, right up along the insides of her thighs to the very edges of that tiny triangle of her tiny bikini bottom.
        When she rolled over, she slipped the bottom down so her behind was completely exposed. She also undid the string of her top letting it fall away from her. After a while, she rolled over again but this time did not bother to replace her top. Now her two naked breasts were revealed each peaked with a hard nipple.
        A while later, with the slightest hint of a smile, she untied the strings at each hip and slipped her bikini bottom off completely too. Now she began giving herself the treatment with the oil again. This time she paid particular attention to her exposed breasts and then parted her legs again to her exposed pussy.
        I could see her rubbing the oil over her bared breasts, her fingers spreading the smooth slick oil, her fingers touching her now hard nipples, making them glisten with the thick covering of oil. Then her hands were between her legs. It was hard to see what was happening but I was in no doubt that those guys in the tree house saw every detail of my wife’s pussy, exposed and open for them. They would be watching my wife exposing very private parts of her body and doing very naughty things with herself there.
        It was sexy to watch, even more exciting, knowing those two boys were watching her too. I was rock hard and soon had my jeans undone and cock out.

        When she came inside she was so excited. I already had my clothes off too and I met her just inside the door. I took the bikini and bottle of oil she was holding and put them on the table behind me. As I turned back to her she sprang at me, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss. We were too urgent to make it to the bedroom. Too urgent to wait, I took her there on the dining table.
        “Oh, that was exciting,” she said to me. “I enjoyed doing that.”
        We kissed again. Her naked body pressed against mine, her breasts against my chest.
        “Do you think they saw me?” she asked, pulling away from me again.
        “I'm sure they saw you,” I replied. “I'm sure they saw every part of you.”
        “Oooh!” she said as she reached for me, pulling me towards her again.
        I picked her up and placed her on the dining table. She was sitting there facing me with her legs open. I stepped up close to her and we kissed again, even more passionately, more than before.
        “I wanted them to look so much.” She whispered in my ear. “I wanted them to see me. I wanted them to see every part of me.”
        “Yes,” I said. “I think they saw you.” Pushing her back I added, “They saw every part.”
        I gently pushed her so now she was lying back on the table, I pulled her legs open to reveal her wet and open pussy. I moved closer to her until my rock-hard penis pressed against her.
        “They saw all of you I can see now."
        “Oh!" she gasped as my throbbing cock rubbed against her.
        “When I was rubbing my breasts,” Lizamoa continued. “My nipples became so hard they were sore. I thought they were almost bursting.”
        I pressed against her as her wet pussy opened, allowing me to enter.
        “Then when my fingers were between my legs and I discovered how wet I was, I almost cum.”
        “I almost cum just watching you,” I added, my voice full of the excitement I was feeling.
        “Did you cum?” she asked. “Did you cum too?”
        “Almost,” I replied, “But soon I will.”
        “Ohhh!”
        Now my cock was deep inside her. Her thighs came up as she wrapped her legs around me. She was loving it, loving the fantasy and loving being fucked by me.
        “Maybe they cum too. They cum watching you too.”
        Her eyes popped open. She looked up at me.
        “What? Do you think they did?” she asked.
        “Sure they did. What guy wouldn't with a show like that?”
        “Ohhh!” she said again. “I hope they did!”
        I just nodded. There was no need for me to say anything more. She was totally carried away with this new idea The thought two teenage boys had been watching her naked, wanking off while they did. Watching her playing with herself in most erotic ways while they played with themselves too.
        “I wanted them to see everything.” She gasped. “I wanted them to see.”
        By now I was giving her everything I had. My cock was pounding into that hot wet pussy before me. She was responding by bucking around and trying to hump back at me. The noises she was now making, were so exciting, so sexy to hear.
        “I even pulled my lips apart and showed them,” she whispered her voice now heavy with lust. “I showed them everything.”
        That was all I could take. I was now just so turned on. So was she! Deep inside her, my cock jerked and then exploded, filling her with my cum. The way my cock jerked was enough for her too. She cried out, her body giving a massive heave as she came too.
        As we recovered and we made it to the bedroom, we made love again. She was on top of me now. This time she was even more aggressive than the first time as she thought of those guys watching her naked like that, watching her while they made themselves cum.

        The following day when I came home from work I took a walk up through the bush to the tree where I had found the ladder. It was more hidden this time. I listened for a minute or so and then not hearing any sound I slowly began to climb up the ladder. On reaching the tree house I discovered that you entered it via a trap door in the floor.
        Lifting the trap door I found myself in a fairly large room. The room was completely closed in and weatherproof. Along two walls were two small benches for beds. Then there was a small table and two chairs. They also had a cupboard with some food as well.
        One wall had shutters which could be lifted. When I did I realised I was looking directly towards our house. You could not see so much of our bedroom but the room where our baby slept was more open. What was even clearer was the excellent view they had of our pool and the deck area.
        I found a photograph album on a small shelf. When I opened it I discovered photos of our pool and deck. In the photos were three teenage girls in ages from about twelve to nineteen or twenty. In many of the pictures, they were either in bikinis, or topless, with only a few nude.
        Sitting on that same shelf were two pairs of high-powered binoculars. This was certainly a well-set-up, hiding place to watch our swimming pool area.
        Leaving things exactly as I had found them I climbed down and made my way back to our house. Later I told Lizamoa what I had found.
        “It is a well-set-up place. They had gone to a lot of trouble,” I told her.
        “Yes it seems like they were watching our house a lot,” she replied.
        “Who do you think the teenage girls were?” I asked.
        “Oh, Shanti told me that they had a family with three girls who rented this house. They were the people who installed the swimming pool. It must have been for those girls.”
        “I wonder who is using that tree-house?” I asked.
        “I think I know that too.” She replied. “Not long after we moved in here you were at work one day when two teenage boys came to the door. They said they were trying to find their way through to the other road and got lost. I asked Shanti and she thinks they live up at a house on that other road.”
        “At the time I didn’t think any more about it. But now it makes sense. They must know their way through the bush and so they were just trying to see who was living here now.”
        So that explained the tree-house. We had two teenage guys using it to spy on our yard and pool. Well, I bet they enjoyed the show Lizamoa had given them. If all they had seen before were some teenage girls then they probably couldn’t believe their luck with what Lizamoa had just done for them.

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        During the week Lizamoa told Shanti about the tree house we had discovered and what happened at our place, how she had given those guys such a good show.
        “I wish I’d been there with you Liz,” Shanti said.
        “Why don’t you and Mike come over on Saturday? If the weather is fine we can go out to swim and sit around the pool,” Lizamoa replied.
        Well, word travels fast and the next thing I knew my wife had the other two couples joining us as well. So were we going to have a 'Bare Your Pussy Party.' The plan was for them to arrive after lunch when I had run my Mum to Shanti’s mother’s house, we could all spend time around the pool while the four girls got down to a little bit of serious exhibitionism.

        Sharon and Steve turned up first. We took them out back and were just sitting down for a drink when Peter and Jenny arrived. They were followed moments later by Shanti and Mike. Soon we were all sitting out back by the pool.
        We had hardly sat down when Jenny asked, “Well, where is this treehouse anyway?”
        “Why do you want to know that?” Peter asked her. “Isn’t it enough just knowing they are there?”
        I want to know which direction to face when I get my gear off.”
        That brought a giggle from Lizamoa.
        Without looking around I said, “Over behind Shanti, slightly to her left there are a couple of very large cabbage trees. Well through the gap between them, further back is a group of larger trees. They have the treehouse up in that second Rimu tree.”

       

        Peter was looking in that direction anyway. “I can’t see anything?”
        “I know,” I agreed. “I have tried to look for it from here too. It is well hidden and in the shade most of the day too.”
        “How do you know they can see down here?”
        “Believe me. I’ve been up there and they have a great view of all of us here. In fact, they have a complete view of the entire deck and the pool as well.”
        “Do you know they are there now?” asked Sharon.
        “I’m pretty certain they are,” I replied.
        “Well, I just don’t want to go to all the trouble of showing myself off to a Rimu tree.”
        I was amused at the thought of that. “The Rimu tree might enjoy your show.”
        “Shut up, Joseph. You know what I mean," she replied.
        “If you want we have a better view of them up in our bedroom. I’ll go and check if you like.”
        “I’ll come with you,” said Peter.
        Leaving the rest of them by the pool Peter and I went up to our bedroom. Taking care to stay hidden we turned our binoculars on the tree-house. It was hard to see into the shady gloom under the trees but then we saw a movement. Yes, there was somebody there and by the look of it, they were using binoculars too. While we watched we then saw the second person also using binoculars. Our watches were there waiting for us, it was time for the show to begin.
        Going back down to everyone by the pool Peter said, “OK guys, they are there alright. Girls, it’s show time!”

        They all laughed knowing what we were planning next. Their plan was for each of the girls to go topless one after another so they each got to have their moment of glory as they removed their top but first off it was time to reveal their bikinis.
        Lizamoa started it off by getting up she peeled off her T-shirt and then stepped out of her shorts. She stood before us for a moment in her tiny blue bikini before she began walking towards the pool. Pulling off my shirt I followed her.
        As we climbed down the ladder into the water I noticed Peter and Jenny were getting their outer gear off to follow us. Jenny was wearing a new bikini I had never seen before. When I asked her she told me since having the twins she had kept a bit of weight on her hips and of course because she was still feeding, her breasts were larger too. So when she heard we were having our special pool party she decided to buy a new bikini. A bit of a waste I thought, considering she would be spending more time with it off than on.
        Once Jenny, wearing her new bikini, and Peter were in the water it was time for Shanti and Mike to follow us. Shanti stripped off her outer clothes to quickly reveal the hot little bikini she was wearing and they were soon headed for the pool.
        Now Sharon stood up to strip down to her bikini. Since she had larger breasts her tiny bikini revealed more than the other girls and I’m sure the guys in the tree-house enjoyed that view as well.
        Now we all knew the girls were going to reveal more than that but it was our plan to make them wait. Why rush things when we could tease them, we had all afternoon?

        Our next step was for the girls to get rid of their tops. The plan for this was when they came out of the pool. This meant they could sit around on the deck showing off their naked breasts to their best advantage. We got out of the water and went towards our chairs. Mike and I went into the house to get some beers for everybody.
        When we returned it was time for the next step of our show. Shanti suddenly sat up and peeled her bikini top off over her head. Then she lay back leaving her breasts openly exposed to our watchers in the tree-house. I bet they enjoyed the first pair of Indian tits bared for the day.
        We left things like that for a while and then it was Jenny’s turn to reveal her breasts. That year she had a great tan but it wasn’t all over. When she reached behind and undid her bikini top it fell away revealing her sexy tan lines. Since she was still feeding the twins her nipples were large and red, standing out against the whiteness of her breasts.
        The next show came from Lizamoa. She had already revealed herself to these guys but she was more than happy to join the other girls in doing it again. Soon she was sitting back with her breasts naked as well. Their second pair of Indian breasts for that day.
        Now we knew the guys would be waiting for Sharon and so we left her for last. She stood up making sure she had her back turned away from our audience, (make them suffer for a bit longer) and then she pulled off her bikini top and dropped it onto the table beside her. She stood there for a while with her back to them, talking with us and sipping on a beer. Finally, she turned and sat down giving them a full frontal of her large bare breasts.

        Now it was time to move to the next level. Sharon asked her husband Steve to put sun-tan oil over her. We were watching as he did this except he spent most of the time doing her breasts. With the workout, he gave her and the way she was lying back with her eyes closed I was beginning to think things might be getting out of control. Those guys must have loved watching that!
        Of course, the other girls got their treatment as well which I’m sure would have been a big turn-on for the guys watching too. But instead of each guy taking his wife, Mike sat down beside Jenny. Soon his hands were gently working over her swollen breasts which there was no doubt she was enjoying. Then suddenly we all noticed a drop of milk appear on one of her nipples. Mike noticed it and with one quick motion bent down and flicked it up with his tongue.
        “Quick, Joseph!” said Peter. “Mike is thirsty. Get him another beer.”
        “Peter!” Jenny told her husband, reaching over to whack him with her hand.
        “That hurt,” he said rubbing his arm.
        “It was meant to,” Jenny replied.
        By now Peter had started giving Shanti a good breast work-over as well and I was not slow to give Lizamoa some attention as well.

        Now we came to the last part of our show. This was for everyone to go naked but for this, we decided to make them suffer a bit by the girls getting naked but being careful not to give them a full frontal. Instead, once each girl stripped off their bottoms they immediately jumped into the pool.
        So with the water being over waist deep, they still revealed their naked breasts but kept their naked pussies under the water. After swimming for a while we got out with the girls again being careful not to reveal a full frontal until they had wrapped towels around themselves.
        So that was all we were going to give them for that afternoon as we were planning to go out for a meal.

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        While we were away we had an interesting conversation over dinner.
        “Can they see into your bedroom, Mike?” asked Jenny.
        “No, not really the angle is wrong but they have a direct view into Jagesh’s room,” I replied.
        “Well if they stay there all night then maybe we should give them another show tonight.”
        “Why Jenny,’ asked Lizamoa. “What have you got in mind?”
        “Well we are all in our good clothes now, aren’t we? What if we decided to go for another swim? A midnight swim. We would need some place to change back into our bikinis wouldn’t we?”
        I suddenly saw where this was going. Liz did too.
        “You mean we all get changed in the baby’s room?” Lizamoa asked.
        “There is not a lot of room in there,” I said.
        “But we could move Jagesh’s cot into our room for a while,” suggested Lizamoa.
        “The other problem will be providing them with a good view,” I added.
        “Why?” asked Jenny. “What is the problem?”
        “Well, the window is a bit high so it might be hard to see the bottom half of someone changing. But if we move that low coffee table up from the lounge they could step up on that for their show.”
        “And the lighting is not too good. We can get that desk lamp from the office to act as a spotlight,” Lizamoa said.
        “Well, girls! Are you all in?” asked Jenny.
        So, of course, all the girls agreed and so quickly, we were out of the restaurant and on the way back to our place to carry out our plan.

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        The first thing was to check they were spending the night there. It would be a waste of time if nobody was watching. A check through the binoculars from our bedroom told us they were still there.
        Being careful not to turn on the light in the baby’s room Mike and I moved the cot through to our bedroom. Meanwhile, Steve and Peter had brought up the coffee table from the lounge and Lizamoa had brought the lamp from the office. Now we were ready to go. It was showtime!
        “Well, Jenny,” said Lizamoa. “This is your idea, so show us what to do.”
        As if any of us didn't know what was going to happen.
        Crawling into the room to keep out of sight, Mike turned on the lamp and adjusted it to shine on anyone on the low table. Then Jenny taking her bikini stepped into the room and up onto the low table. Mike directed the spotlight at her so being like that we knew they wouldn’t be able to miss seeing her. Then she began to slowly strip. She was in no hurry taking her time with each item, gently folding it and placing it on the dressing table.
        Soon she was completely naked and after giving them a full frontal of her naked body she reached for her bikini bottom. Stepping into it, she pulled it up taking the time to adjust it around the mound of her pussy, running her fingers over the shape. Then standing up she picked up her top and fastened it around herself before pulling it up over her breasts, again taking plenty of time to adjust it. Once her show was over she stepped down from the table and left the room.
        >Now came Shanti and we stood out of sight watching as she slowly did her strip. Again she followed Jenny’s example and got completely naked before she put on her bikini. But for Shanti, she took it just slightly further by standing there naked while she appeared to be adjusting her bikini top. I noticed that as she held the top she was careful to hold it so her naked body was still revealed to the window. Then she put on her bikini, first the top before finally covering her pussy with the bottom.
        She was followed by Sharon who next got to put on a show. Getting up onto the table she began by unbuttoning her blouse to reveal her bra underneath. Then she undid the zip and stepped out of her skirt. Next, she dropped her panties revealing her shaved pussy and last off came her bra so her large breasts hung free.
        Then taking her breasts she held them up and out from herself almost as if she was offering them to her audience. Then to our surprise she actually took one, bringing it up to her lips so she could actually lick her own nipple.
        Finally, the last to do a strip show was my wife. There was no way she was going to miss being part of this. Her little strip followed similarly to what the others had done except in this case when she was naked she posed before the window almost as if she was looking at herself in a mirror. Then suddenly she brought her hands down between her thighs rubbing at her pussy.
        Taking her bikini top she quickly fitted it on covering her breasts. Then turning away from the window she bent down to step into her bikini giving them a grand view of her naked behind before she pulled the bottom up.
        We all went down for a swim in the pool before we sat around on the deck. After some drinks, we all were ready to go in again.
        “Let’s give them one last show,” suggested Jenny. “Let’s go skinny dipping again?”
        This time we all jumped up stripping off our gear before plunging into the pool. After our nude swim, our guests went home after a fun night.

        The following night I went back up to the tree-house. Things were much the same as before except there was a camera there with a very high-power lens. I switched it on and found there were over two hundred photos in the memory. They were all of us or should I say all of the girls.
        I thought we really shouldn’t allow these to get out. It would not be good if they got around the district and somebody saw them who knew one of us. My first thought was to delete them but then I thought it might be good to take a copy first.
        Taking the camera I downloaded the photos onto our computer. Lizamoa was watching as I did it.
        “We can’t allow them to be taking photos like these Lizamoa,” I told her.
        “No, Joseph. What are you going to do?”
        “Delete the photos and put the camera back where it was. Then we should let them know we know they are there.”
        So I deleted the photos from the camera. Going down to the basement I took a board and some paint. I painted the words “Private Property Keep Out!”
        I then went back up to the tree house. First I climbed up and replaced the camera exactly how I found it, and then I nailed the sign at the bottom of the tree beside the ladder.

        We went out on both days the next weekend and we were wondering if they sat there all weekend waiting for us to come out since it was such good weather.
        On Sunday evening I went back up to the tree-house and things sure had changed. It was almost completely empty now. Obviously, they had found my sign.
        The following weekend I was on duty up at the Park Centre. During the day Lizamoa said she heard hammering coming from the direction of the tree-house. The following day was the same. Lizamoa said she had been sitting outside with Greeshma when they both heard noises from the tree house.
        “What is happening?” asked Greeshma.
        “Joseph found some kids were making a tree house on our property. He left a “Private Property” sign and we think they might be pulling it down. He is going to take a look when he gets home from work.”
        When I got home I decided to go take a look. Yes, as I thought, there was some wood placed neatly in a pile at the base of the tree. When I climbed up I found the house was half dismantled. The roof was gone and most of the walls too.
        We noticed some more noises during the week. By the following weekend, the tree house was gone almost completely except for a couple of timbers which they were unable to remove.

        A few weeks later Lizamoa was sitting on the deck when I came out. She had her top off and was rubbing and playing with her breasts. It obviously looked like more than just applying some suntan oil.
        “What’s going on?” I asked her.
        “Our friends are back,” she whispered to me.
        I looked up towards where the treehouse had been.
        “No. Not up there. They are down behind those bushes on the other side of the pool.”
        “Have they been there long?”
        “Yes. I noticed them soon after I came out here.”
        Stepping across to the garden I selected a large piece of dirt. Turning towards the pool I suddenly lifted my arm and threw. The piece of dirt flew across the pool and smashed into a branch just above their head, breaking up and showering them with dirt.
        They sure got a fright. We saw them jump up and start running. For a while, we could hear them crashing their way up through the bush before everything was still again.
        “Why did you do that?” Lizamoa asked. “I was enjoying it.”
        “Yes, I know you were Lizamoa but we can’t encourage these guys to keep hanging around. Not if they are going to use cameras.”
        “Yes I know Joseph,” she replied sadly.

        So that was the end of our tree-house story. It was a pity we had to stop. If only they had just looked we would have carried on but once we discovered they were taking photos I had to put an end to it.

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        A few days later we got together at Peter and Jenny’s house for an evening and Lizamoa and I took this story to read to them. We also took some of the photographs as well.
        We had taken some photos of us making love on the dining room table. At the time we were in too much of a hurry to take photos so we had to pose for them again later. Please find those enclosed.
        When Steve saw these he said, “Is that what you guys do on your dining table? I’m never going to eat at your house again.”
        We all laughed.
        Then Lizamoa asked him, “Haven’t you tried it on your table, Steve?”
        “What?” replied Steve as if he was shocked. “Doing that on the dining room table! No way!”
        “Come on Steve, tell the truth,” said Sharon.
        Without waiting for Steve’s reply, “See I knew it!” said Lizamoa triumphantly.

        Peter was looking at the photos the guys had taken from the tree house.
        “These are very good,” he said. (We have included some of these too.)
        He then held up one of his wife Jenny when she was standing naked on the table in the bedroom. “Look at this one,” he said. “This would have been a tough shot to get right. It was at night and the lighting was bad. But it looks good here.”
        “Maybe we should have employed them as our official photographers,” laughed Mike.
        “Yes,” I agreed. “They are good. But the problem is we just can’t take the risk of anyone taking photos of us.”
        They all had to agree with me on that one.

                Bye to you now,
                      And all of us on the NZ Team.
                            Lizamoa and Joseph.

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