I went inside and started prepping food for the grill, her mom was helping me and there were other people around too. She comes in and stands a few fe...t from me with a sly smile, I’m trying to keep my dick from getting hard and she loves every minute of it! She asks her mom if the dishwasher needs emptying so its ready for after dinner, her mom says sure! Thats when I lost it, every time she reached into the dishwasher on my right side at the island I could see most of her tit in her low cut up. Four, five maybe.” “How many times have we talked?” “Hundreds. Like every day. Like….” She smiled. “You’re doing the math in your head, aren’t you?” “Only because you can’t.” “How many then? Smarty pants.” “A thousand? Fifteen hundred?” “Okay. And how much time have we spent together?” she asked. “Actually? With each other?” “Yes.” Let’s see. Three weekends. Three weekends, three days each. That’s….” She stopped him. “Let me do the math this time.” He laughed. “Stop, I can do it. I’m. I hadn’t worn a bra as it was unnecessary with that dress, and I wasn’t sure I was entirely regretting it. My hand rested over my nipple, and I sighed. I was such a horn-dog. Not five minutes in his house and I was aching for sex. A smile pulled at the corners of my mouth as I decided it wouldn’t hurt to try. I slipped my thumbs into the sides of my lace thong and snapped it against my hips, biting my lower lip. Pulling the shirt on over my head, I chuckled quietly to myself. It wasn’t as huge. It was just a light brush of our lips against each other, but we both were feeling tremors through our bodies. It was noticeable that we were both shivering. The second kiss was the real one. Deep and longingly, we kissed. Our arms found their way around each other’s necks, holding us tight as we did. Before long, Cyn was on my lap, her legs spread around my hips, her dress ridden up to almost her waist so I could see her panties. I moved my hand over the crotch and felt how wet and.