She listened to his heart beat and held back a giggle. It was beating fast and she knew she was the culprit. Closing her eyes, she undressed him ben...ath the tree and let the fantasy enter her mind. She could hear the murmur of his voice resounding in his chest, but she had stopped listening. In her mind, they were in another time and another place. “I want you,” he whispered in her ear, as she slowly slid his shirt over his head. She smiled at him, not saying a word but. Mine was a black outfit, with a blouse that showed my cleavage and a straight miniskirt that was too short, just one inch below my panties. I was worried my panties, which were bikini cotton and all white (I always wear white or pink bikini panties), would stand out and show when I sat down or leaned over, and didn’t want to go down downstairs where the party had started.I was on the steps, undecided, while my girlfriends all said it wwould be alright, showing my panties would be no big deal,. Zoe's head spin's but her pussy is wet ,fear and excitement now courses the body 5mins pass and Zoe does not pay attention to time , I enter rage as she has not done as being told to so I head to the wardrobe and undo the paddle lock grabbing a rope bundle and turning , shock she Start's stammering "W wwhat are doing" lifting my finger to her Lip's stopping her , my fingers slides of her Lip's onto her zipper pulling her zip down revealed the short vest top and DD tits still no word heavy. My thighs pressed tight together as I walked, my leggings brushing each other beneath my swaying skirt. I stared straight ahead as we walked down our new street, passing the tall houses.When we past a blue house next to a reddish-brown house with a gray trim, an American girl spotted us. She set down a rake and darted towards us, her black hair swaying about her pixyish face. She looked our age, her body bouncing with energy. She had the pale-beige skin of a European, a short skirt swaying.