We’ll need to stop once, then we’ll head up.”The place they stopped was down an alley. They got out and went to a basement door of a moderately ...arge old house. Theresa knocked a tattoo to gain entrance. The older woman who opened it smiled at them. “Aren’t you lovely,” she said to Karissa.“Thanks,” Karissa smiled back.The woman’s smile changed to a frown and she sighed, her hand lifting and gently stroked through Karissa’s black hair. “Lovely,” she murmured again. “But we can’t just put a wig. I stood by the door post, not moving, heart thumping in anticipation of seeing Her quite close up as She came down to take the phone-call. I was looking forward to seeing Her close-up, in Her bulging white blouse and quite short school skirt, walking down the stairs, tossing Her blonde hair, and wondering whether I’d actually be able to spunk my pants watching Her – I was already erect and had pulled my pants out at the front so it was pointing upright and feeling very nice. But nothing could. They dance across your chest feeling the muscles just beneath the skin. My eyes lock with yours as I run my fingertips around to your back and then down your arms. My hands gently grip your biceps as I feel you press your hips to me and enter me. Our lips meet as I feel you start to thrust into me. Our tongues meet once again as I arch again. I press my tongue to yours as I feel you start to thrust harder into me. I kiss you harder to keep from moaning loudly. Suddenly I feel you pull away. I hope I can come see it when you finish it.” she said. “I am sure you will because it will be ready in a day or two. We are putting the finishing touches on it as we speak.” We did a walk through of the old house and she was very complementary of all the little fixes and the way it was staged. “Who did your staging?” she asked. I told her, “I didn’t get anyone to stage it, I did it myself.” While touching my arm she complemented me again and said that I really had an eye for this and she.