She’s a slim blonde girl who has a fantastic ass and will have a perfect pair of tits when she’s fully grown. The night I could just see the top o... Amy’s skirt or trousers (I couldn’t tell which they were) above the window ledge. Her white bra had an embodied pattern around the to top of the cups and looked great against her smooth creamy white skin. Amy’s face looked a picture of perfection, she was looking down at her breasts, presumably admiring them. I knew I shouldn’t stand there too long. I almost made it before my best friend Steve jumped on my back and started to choke me. I gasped for air for a bit and almost fell over before he let go. “I’m like a ninja!” He loudly exclaimed. “you good bro?”I raised a hand for a high five and he smacked it. “That was a good one. Didn’t hear you coming at all”“I know right. So listen, my parents are letting Rachel and I have the cabin for the weekend. I was wondering if you wanted to come too.”“Sure man. That sounds sick”“Yeah man. You can. They walked into a side street and stopped, and I shuffled along towards them in my mac, legs clenched together right up to my buttocks as I watched them, already erect. I don't know what I was expecting, what I was hoping to see, but I could not believe my eyes when Miss Miniskirt then actually raised Her skirt, lifting it literally right past Her stocking-top, and started doing up Her suspender. I'd only ever seen that in my magazines before and I was gob-smacked, ogling Her in disbelief. Growing up i started seeing her as some kind of prize, an object of desire.They where good friends but he couldn't have her.When i was like 18 we talked quite open and he told me quite honest how much he liked her.When i was about 20 i just had my first little apartment and ran in to Otillia on the street, i told her about it and she said she'd like to see it, so i said yeah and took her home. When i showed her the terrace she looked down from the balcony to the garden below and i stood behind.