We had an early dinner at an Italian restaurant over on West Webster Avenue. I had the chicken cacciatore with polenta, which was excellent. Dad and U...cle Bunny both had something called Steak O'fame, and Mama had a nice salad and a Giambotta with beef tenderloin. Dad and I helped her with part of it, since it was too much for her. They had great bread in that restaurant too. By the time we got to Wrigley Field, all of us were stuffed. I saw Ryne Sandberg and Ron Cey talking together about. After almost slamming headfirst into my door, I made my way into my room and plopped down on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. Should I really keep thinking about this? Maybe I should ignore it, and hope it goes away …Yeah, right.I needed an idea, and I needed one now. I didn't want to just pounce on the boy and risk him freaking out, but I wanted to see if he felt the same about me. After rummaging through almost every piece of clothing I have, I decided on a very short-cut yellow top, no. So I begrudgingly climbed the stairs to my stairs to tell her the bad news I knocked on her door and received no answer so I opened the door and saw she wasn't there, I heard a noise from the bathroom so I figured she must be in there.I knocked on the door and said…."Cassie mom and dad just called they are stuck in town and can't get back tonight or at all this week from what the weather man is saying" GODDAMMIT JACK!, give me some fucking privacy for fucks sake, how did you know I was even in. She bent her legs and spread them apart, then lifted up her hips to meet my fingers. By that time, the entire area around her pussy was soaked, including her shorts. The odor emanating from her was intoxicating, and I found myself moving up closer to her to take in more of that wonderful fragrance. My fingertips found her moist little pussy and began exploring. As I moved up her slit, her pussy lips parted and delivered their moisture to my fingers. My fingertips delved into the chasm of her.