Her loud moaning cascaded out the open window, which faced the front yard. She shrieked in pleasure as she came again. At that precise moment, her eig...teen-year-old neighbor was passing by. He knew what was happening - you can be pretty sure of those kinds of sounds - and hoisted himself up to the windowsill using his strong hands and biceps. He caught sight of Steph using the shower head, and his cock immediately got as hard as steel. As inconspicuous as he tried to be, Matt grunted as he. “Steve, I can’t help thinking about moving in with you without wondering about us eventually making love. I know I want to, but where’s your head at?”“Let’s go in and have a nightcap, and talk about that a bit.”We carried Blake’s few possessions into the spare suite and sat with glasses of wine to talk dirty. Well, not really, but about a subject that will be important as weeks and months go by.“You asked where my head is at. You have to remember that guys have two brains. The little one is. And when I get home, I’m most likely going to basically get engaged to my friend Jennifer.”“What?! And you have sex with girls here? You had sex with me?!” she shrieked. “How could you do that to her?”“She’s OK with it. In fact, she encouraged it. She encouraged me to have fun this year in Sweden. In fact, she was OK with me having sex with her friend; in fact, in having sex with both of them together!”I was baiting her now. I felt that was the only way to get through to her.“That’s just. The crowd in front of her parted as if commanded, and she strode through the gap. She was a vision in skin-tight leather from her booted feet to her neck. Her boots added at least five inches to her height, and stopped a few inches below her knees, leaving a large gap before the hem of her skirt. It went from above mid-thigh to about the level of her hip bones, but had a slit that bared the entire front of her left thigh with each step. The slit ended at the belt of the skirt, making it obvious.