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I wasn't close enough, and Annie wasn't talking loud enough for me to hear. All I saw was the girl's reaction, getting red in the face. Annie moved from behind the easel to in front of the girl, blocking my view. When Annie returned to the easel, I slipped away from the door to avoid being detected. I counted to ten, then returned to my voyeur position. My reward was witnessing the young girl unbuttoning the fourth button of her blouse. Soon, her task was complete, and she shyly slipped the garment from her shoulders. Annie's hand waved. The girl reached around behind, straining her breasts forward. The white bra slid down as she returned her hands to her lap. Her tits were round like half grapefruits, with small nubs in the precise middle. If my erection had subsided, and I wasn't sure it had, this view prevented any further retreat. I guessed that Annie was doing another erotic drawing for Ms. Bourgeois, her horny art teacher. Annie said something else, and the girl bunched her shirt into her lap. Her legs were nice, her thighs a bit thick, but muscular. The girl was some kind of athlete. She stood briefly, to slide white panties down to her ankles, then stepped through them and sat down. The skirt hid the treasure at the junction of the girl's thighs.