She was sweating up there and her t-shirt clung to her young hot body. I then make sure she had to crawl passed me, her nervous and red faced as she ...rawled passed, very aware I was looking down her shirt. When I reached out and touched her shoulder gently yet grabbed her wrist firmly she gasped... looking terrified and nervous she looked into my eyes as I leaned over her taking in her smell and whispered so Pam could not hear, "nice view young lady, thank you" -- she tried to act upset and. Ring the bell again. No, they might be in and might think were impatient. We are impatient dude. Yeah but…you ring it. No, you ring it Mark. You ring it. You ring it. Okay, Mark tutted. He went to push the doorbell again but before his little finger could reach it, the door abruptly opened. Good morning gentlemen, Karen smiled, standing in the doorway. She wore just a skimpy thong, pink with white lace trim, and also a matching bra which threatened to snap and fly off at any second thanks to. “God, Chad, you sure know how to change the subject!” she laughed.“I’m just trying to cheer you up, baby!” he said. “How am I doing?”“Mm, quite nicely! Let’s take this into the bedroom,” she purred.“What’s wrong with right here?” he asked as he pulled her onto the chair, so she straddled his lap. He held her tight to him with one arm and used the hand of the other to roam under her skirt in search of her wet, pink folds. Upon finding the treasure he sought, he opened her up and slid a finger. My rational mind suggested that it was the former, but something in his voice, in the touch of his lips, reminded me of the feeling that I had had when we shook hands. Besides, I felt I knew him by the books he read, he was a shy scholar, a dreamer, someone with a thirst for something greater… ‘What do you want?’ I asked him. ‘Only to make you happy,’ came the reply that made my breath catch. He kissed the inside of my knee again and pushed up the hem of my long skirt. Through the nylon of my.