Jim was paralyzed with indecision for a while.  He didn't want to interrupt a serious conversation, but what if they were just drinking wine and watching a movie.  That would be ok.  Finally, Jim decided the only intelligent thing to do was to try to peek in a window and see what they were doing.  If they were sitting at a table talking heatedly, he would leave and if they were sitting watching a movie or something like that he would knock.  Jim just hoped that none of the neighbors saw him sneaking around.  At least it was dark and he would be hard to spot.<br/><br/>Jim started around the house and saw some flashing lights in a window that looked like a tv set.  He snuck in close to the window and peeked inside.<em>Perfect!</em>he thought.<em>They are just on the couch watching tv.</em>At that moment, a particularly bright commercial lit the room up fairly well and Jim saw the two girls and four breasts....and Ali was holding Bree's breasts....and massaging them...<br/><br/>Like any good red-blooded male, he instantly started to get hard.  He also wanted to rush in and be part of the action.  Luckily he had enough sense to realize that him rushing in to the situation would be the worst possible thing he could ever do.  Jim instinctually knew that he should just leave now and never mention this again, but a small part of him wondered, what if?  Jim tried to think of what the possible outcomes might be.  The best outcome was obvious, but what was the worst?  The girls stop doing whatever they were doing and not start again.  Certainly they would never know that he knew what they had been doing, so they couldn't get that mad....right?<br/><br/>Armed with that hope, Jim went back to the front door, double checked himself to see that no traces of his peeping tom act were on him, and then rang the doorbell, birthday presents clearly in his hands.  Then he waited....heart beating wildly...having to stop himself from bolting away more than once...