As I placed my hands on top of his, I watched his body go rigid and heard his breathing get faster. I could tell he was nervous, and to, tell the trut..., so was I. But my craving for his body had grown exponentially as the day of teasing had progressed. My hands pulled at his so that I could finally see his cock.“Wait!” His volume startled me and I pulled my hands away. “This isn’t how I pictured this. Not here at least.” With the last couple of words his gaze was full of longing as it fell on. We were in this together. I'd help himin any way that I could. I'd come a long way over the last few months. I was finallyrealizing that I was a lot smarter than I'd ever given myself credit for. Perhaps it wasthe hormones? I laughed aloud. I flagged Darla down as she made her exit just to verify our practice session thatevening. I then decided to wait for Sam. The longer he took, the more I began to worry. Hewas five minutes late in arriving, but at least he showed up. As we made our way over. When Mom got in, I kept my eyes closed as she opened and shut my door, and stayed quiet until I heard Aunt Bess drive off. Then I got out of bed and went silently across to Mom's side of the house. I could hear her moving around in her room, then the beeps of her making a phone call. I put my ear to the door and managed to barely catch her side of the conversation: "... but I'm so close... he's only... no, I'm still wearing it... yes, I know... okay..."There were a few undecipherable sounds,. Everything he sees is clean and tidy until he looks at the window-ledge.There, he finds a newly-dead late-summer wasp. He considers whether she couldbe held responsible for it, then shrugs and draws the curtains. He bursts backinto the hallway and, grabbing Karen by a nipple, drags her squealing throughto look at the wasp. This is far worse than she imagined; the hobble makesher stumble and she fears a fall might really hurt her. "Look at that. You call that clean? Is it tidy?" She swallows,.