Finally at 7.45pm I was ready. One last check in the mirror as I ran my eyes approvingly over my outfit. I went for classy and tasteful rather than sl...tty. A simple black dress, mid thigh with long sleeves, tight fitted, high necked, puritanical almost, though not puritanical enough to hide my 34C breasts which I ran my hands over, feeling the nipples harden through the material at the thought that Susie might do the same. To contrast the plain black dress, underneath I wore French knickers. My tits make contact with the cold wall and my nipples harden instantly. The cold against my taut nipples feel so good and I revel in the feeling for a few moments. He's already unzipped his jeans by the time I realize what's happening and they fall in a heap around his ankles. I'm dying to know the feel of this gorgeous man's cock and I whisper it hoarsely while my body comes alive again. Every atom of my being seems to have recharged and is preparing me for another round of a delicious. He is a six feet tall, with a barrel chest and a slim waist, well muscled but not pumped up like the weight lifters that hang out at the gym. We all finished tea and my parents went out as per their program saying that they would be going for some shopping and would return at dinner time. It was a clear indication that we have two / three hours in our hands to make our evening memorable. Otherwise I was made a program behind closed doors of my room where no one disturbs me while studying alone. Angelica's breath became short in anticipation - she wasn't often allowed near boys, and never without supervision. If it hadn't been for her cunning and a few lies about sleepovers, she would have been a virgin until her forties, she was sure. She eyed Johnny up and down once he managed to haul himself into the tree house, looking him directly in the eye as she softly murmured, "Sorry Johhny, I'm afraid I sort of invited you up here on false pretences. I wanted to give you a present." Cocking.