Leafing through some of your magazines, I decide against taking another inane questionnaire and open my phone to go through some of the filthy message... you’ve been sending me over the last few days.You know exactly how to get me going, to get the blood pumping and my desire fevering. My cock throbs in my shorts as I think of you next door, naked, knowing when you put that dress on there will be nothing underneath it but your beautiful body. When you said you never wore underwear I didn’t. So we sat down and talked a while. But the talking soon ended and the fun quickly began.” She took another sip of water as she read on. “He leaned in and out of nowhere he kissed me. I pulled back and although I liked the kiss it kind of surprised me. I wanted him to kiss me again. So I smiled a few times. That’s when I think he understood me. He kissed me again. And again and I wrapped my arms around him and we kissed more and more and lots more. It got passionate as heck. We were rolling all. Thin and hard, showing ribs above his six-pack, he looked like you could ram him right through a sheet of plywood and not hurt him. The other teen was a good deal huskier, sporting a lot of smooth muscles -- not someone you wanted to pick a fight with. "Hi, I'm Pete," he introduced himself.He was greeted by wary nods among the blacks and a quiet, "Hi, Pete," from Nora. Clearly, they weren't absolutely certain of his purpose. "You guys go on with whatever you were up to," he said nonchalantly,. "Jenna!" I yelled. "That's no way to speak about your mother!" "Well", she said, "Isn't that exactly what she is?" "Regardless of what she is or isn't, she's still your mother", I explained. "Fuck her", Jenna said, "We don't need her around, anyway. I'll take care of you, you'll see."We got along great for a few months, until I noticed Jenna was taking every opportunity to flash parts of her body at me. For instance, when she came out of the shower, she might let her towel slip up or down,.