I said. Thank you for understanding. said Emma. I smiled. Can you be honest. Where you pumping breast milk in your mini van? When you hit me? I said. ...he smiled. She then bite her lower lip. Maybe! Ill be honest. I saw you two lights before I hit you. I was speeding to catch up with you. You looked very cute driving. I wanted to see you again. I then felt my breast pump move. I then looked down. Then when I looked up. Bam! I hit your SUV. Im so sorry… said Emma. All I could think. Is damn…How. I fall back onto the bed, giggling as his fingertips tickle me beneath my brown tank top. I can feel his eyes looking at my abs as I writhe beneath his touch. I also know he's looking at my blue thong that has ridden above the waistband of my khaki shorts.I push him off, jokingly chastising him to behave. Xavier complies, and we continue watching the disk. He knows he can get away with touching me if he gives me a back massage, so he reaches back under my shirt to work my lower back. I try not. She kept a distance between us, and I occasionally threw a glance over my shoulder. No doubt in my mind, being the egotist I am, that she was checking me out and studying my great ass. The next day I wore my tightest shorts, to show off not only my great ass, but also my natural, inviting bulge in my crotch. She was in the same spot, stretching, and when she saw me, she was briefly transfixed on the swelling in front of her. She smiled a sultry smile and once again followed me. She too seemed. He was pale skinned, tall, skinny, had pimples and dark black hair. He was also a total freak for being 16 and would fuck anything with a pulse. He would stay over at our house some weekends and liked to jack off as we’d talk about him having oral and anal sex with my mom, who he had the hots for. I’d encourage him all the way, as his way of thinking was such a turn-on. Then finally one weekend his mom was away so we had a “party” at the apartment they lived in. It was fun, we all drank.