You listen close, despite your nudity.

“Prepare yourselves, ladies, even I didn’t really believe this when I heard my sweet daughter say it Saturday...” Mary’s mother said conspiratorially, her voice low, and trailing along to build suspense. Yeah, you were glued in place near these hot housewives, nudity be damned.

“Oh come on, don’t be like that, Anna— just spill it!” The town’s biggest gossip whined as the anticipation grew. You too, were were leaning dangerously close to the edge of your hiding spot in hopes of hearing something juicy about Mary.

“I would think the town librarian deserves a little fanfare, but fine then, back to yesterday...” Anna said, the smile in her voice clear as day. “My Mary had just come back home from work, and she looked kind of frazzled, or maybe even twitterpated... and when I asked her about the far away look in her eyes—I think she said it without thinking— she said, ‘Oh, I’m just imagining John in his underwear’.”

Your cock was throbbing between your legs, and your chest thumping as the foxy momma spilled the dirt on her own daughter. Did your favorite librarian seriously have fantasies about you?

“And let me tell you, Mary looked completely out of it, poor girl was just so tired, that when I asked her why she was picturing poor John in his skivvies, she told me, ‘because I haven’t seen him naked’.”

“Seriously!?” Sasha asked, just loud enough to mask the sound of your own shocked gasp.

Anna said only a little more to finish her story, but affirmed, “She fell asleep on the couch about one second after saying it but, yeah, I think we’ve got a little pervert on our hands. I know I’ve caught her with erotica tucked under her arm more than a couple times, but honestly, I forget how dirty her mind can be sometimes."

You already felt dirty too, and more than a little scared being in this situation for as long as you had (butt-naked within three yards of the horniest MILFs in town), but right when you were preparing to tiptoe away...

"Speaking of John.” Sasha said, her gaze just barely missing the strand of your hair poking past the edge of your tree as your name drew your attention back in like a vacuum, “As long as we're discussing that adorable new farmer boy, I’ve actually heard the juiciest rumor about him..."

Well goddammit, you couldn’t just leave now, could you?

Although... with what you’ve heard already, ‘juicy’ might just mean ‘humiliating’ to these ladies.