I just walked up to her and said; "Do you want a smoke?"She watched me for a couple of seconds before it happend. She got up and started kissing me. A...d I kissed her. I was 17, she was 15. My hands embraced her at first, but then they started exploring her body. Her blond hair, her soft skin and her thin body. Her small boobs and just perfect ass. I swear, it was exeptionally perfect. She was certainly Swedish.We took off and walked the 500 meters to my house. My parents had gone to Finland for. It was a marvelous feeling, but I wanted more. I put the fabric around his fly into the scissors and cut downward, making the fly about twice as long as it used to be. And yes, I was very careful so I wouldn’t slice is cock in half. That would have pretty well ended our friendship right then and there. I could fit my entire hand into his fly. I adjusted his crotch so that his member would be plainly visible in the moonlight and, a few seconds later, in my flashlight . I. Well I agreed after he convinced me that I was a very experienced bottom that I would handle it ok,so we talked to the owner and he was happy to hire a American bottom that was smooth shaven and slim with a ass that most females would envy,so he explained how it worked and he said you be a hour early so my host can prep you,he said you pay me a small fee and this buys your bed for the night ,you will have a guy that is your fluff guy he will be beside you and get the tops ready and hard for. He reported his conversation to Deborah and Annette. Both accepted it."It'll happen," said Annette philosophically, "and in the meanwhile so what? As far as I'm concerned we're already father and daughter." Richard was thrilled and Deborah, while also delighted, reflected yet again on her daughter's maturity.The following week Diana Tomlinson rang. Her husband, Mark, was part of the same security firm as Geoffrey Ironside and Neil Stone and they lived at the Manor House. "Deborah," she said,.