‘You’re a good dancer,’ she told him. ‘Thanks, you too,’ he replied. Why did she have to be so lovely? Honey-blonde hair and fair skin, deep...emerald eyes and thick pouty lips, she was slender and willowy, like a model, but thick enough to be real. She managed to press just a little closer to him, mashing her little breasts against his abdomen. He glanced down at her clevage and blushed even more when he saw that she’d noticed. ‘It’s okay to look,’ she said quietly, almost giggling. ‘Just not to. After dinner and a long soak in the bath, I watched some crap TV and went to bed. It was difficult to sleep though, for hours I just lay there thinking about him. In the end I had to push down my pyjama pants and slide a finger into my wet pussy. I imagined it was him stroking me and rubbing my g-spot. I imagined his tongue exploring my soft skin, sending tingles and shivers through my spine. I imagined him fucking me slowly on my bed, holding me tight, my hands gripping the crisp white sheets.. It didn't taste good, but I was fucking hungry. It made all the fucking difference." I don't like the look of those boys over there," said Andy pointing at a gang of youths who were sauntering about in workmen's clothes and wielding improvised clubs. "We ought to get as far away from them as we possibly can."Eugenie respected Andy's nose for trouble. He'd already saved several times their motley crew from calamity on the long trail from Hampstead through the ruins of Chigwell and the ganglands. On a pleasant Sunday I woke up at 8 o clock and search mom. I can’t find him on her bedroom and bathroom also so I went to kitchen and saw mom she was making breakfast. She was looking extra hot as I thought she was just came out of shower her hair were wet and she was wearing a beautiful silk saree so I went behind her and hug her and placed my hand on her shoulder and wish good morning and without my knowledge my penis got an instant hand on as it touches her ass, she might feel my penis but.