Meg wasn’t much for being fussy about her appearance, but she still managed to pull off cute in a waifish sort of way. From my vantage point, I had ... clear view up under her blue mini skirt. Trim, creamy thighs led my eyes up to the crotch of her impossibly tiny pink panties, snugged up tight in a revealing camel toe. Her small, firm tits pushed her cut off tee shirt out just a touch, exposing plenty of firm, alluring midriff. White ankle socks and a pair of well-worn tennis shoes completed the. " I went upstairs and grabbed a t-shirt and met Pamela at the door. We walked down the street to her house. It was a large house and I guess she needed the space. The house I was renting wasn't as big, but then again I was using the second bedroom as a studio for drawing. "Here we are." she said. "okay let's see where you want to set up the bed." I said. She lead me to the master bedroom. This was a large room with its own bathroom. It took twenty minutes to put the bed together and for her to. And not a single person in the old factory they had taken over would mind if she walked up to them and started the conversation with ‘I need to fuck, you in?’That was precisely her plan for once she returned, but she already struggled to keep her hands away from herself and she was still at least half an hour away. The old subway tunnel she moved through being so thoroughly deserted and void of any danger didn’t help her keep her cool either.Well, so be it. With a sigh she let down her backpack. Then crawling slowly up my body, she planted a cummy kiss on my mouth. I’ve tasted my cum before after masturbating, so it wasn’t strange. I kissed her with no apprehensions. My seed was smeared on both our faces.“Get dressed,” my sister whispered as she pecked my lips one last time, “We’re almost there.”I pulled on a pair of boxers as she dressed. Basketball shorts and a lakers tee shirt. She was in a denim skirt and white tank top. She wore a cute ball cap with a ponytail hanging through the.