“Is he feeling left alone baby?” She asked me with a naughty look in her eyes, pointing to the lump in my trousers.“Hell yes, bitch!” I said, ...ompletely high now, with rivers of dirt flowing across my mind. There was no other feeling but the animosity that comes from being understood and the pleasure that comes from being allowed to express oneself freely.I dropped my pants, et al and she held my throbbing dick in her manicured hands. The slender fingers tipped with pink nails around my organ. No. Is this a goodbye present? Another thing to remember? He is confused. They look too expensive and pretty for her to leave behind. He sits on the bed and picks up one of them. How the hell does she walk in these? How her slender body will look in these? Thinking about her in these heels, get his mind and body going. He just wants to see her once ... wearing these ... and nothing else. He cock leaks pre-cum now. His head spins with want and he collapses back to the bed. There is something on. She opened the foil pack and rolled the condom down over the length of the dildo. I then handed her the bottle of lube and told her to use it to coat the dildo and to wet her pussy lips. When she had done this she lay back in the seat and placed her left foot on the hump between the driver and passenger areas of the front seat she put her right foot on top of the dashboard so that her pussy was spread wide open. I took the dildo and began rubbing it up and down against her pretty pink pussy. I watched her room for about an hour and she never entered. I could only guess that she actually was cooking spaghetti. Anyway, I had to give up eventually, when I went to dinner with my parents. When I got back a couple o hours later, it was getting dark. I couldn't resist but to look in her room. I saw her in just her bra and panties again. She was just wandering around. Then as she stood with her side to the window, she unhooked her bra. It fell to the floor and then she slowly took off her.