Though I've condensed and edited things a bit for continuity, this is a true story about me and my father.Let's just say I knew what I was doing and m... dad didn't stand a chance. I was 14 and living alone with him in Texas. I had been living with my mom, step-dad and sister in Ohio, but begged my dad to let me live with him because I really and truly hated my step-dad...and the feeling was mutual. So there I was, freshman year in high school, brand new school, living in my dad's bachelor. Placing the shoes in a plastic bag; you lift her tight sweater and then the black camisole underneath ;pull them up until her breasts clad in a lacey black bra are exposed. Grabbing her hands; you sit her up and pull the sweater and camisole off over her head and reach behind and unsnap the bra before lowering her back on the table. Grabbing the straps; you pull the bra off her breasts and arms and lay it aside. There before you is one of the most magnificent sets of tits you've ever seen; not. Bill laughed and said that would bet that the bed would still be hot. Paul said, "Ok young lady, let's see you do a sexy strip for us." "You get ready too", was her reply as she reached for the hooks that held her top. Within a couple minutes all five of them were standing there naked. Kamili was about 5'5" tall and her chest was probably a 40D with 26 inch waist and 36 inch hips. Her skin was very smooth and clear and the color of milk chocolate. Her hair was done in corn rows. Kamili. Now, after many months, she had not had a date or a goodnight kiss, let alone full, unrestrained sex. And now Qafira was beginning to rather yearn for it. It wasn’t as if she cared especially whether it was with a man or a woman. And she was beginning to care rather less as to exactly how slim a lover needed to be. She would just like to feel again a lover’s lips between her knees. She wanted once more to be lost in the passion that only came from being engaged in making love with another.