All day I was nervous thinking about how embarrassed I would be that evening, but I couldn’t chicken out.At about 7.30 pm I knocked on Liz’s door,...she said come in. This time she was in bed under a sheet. To cover my embarrassment I immediately picked up the book, sat down at the end of the bed and began to read. Chapter two wasn’t a favourite of mine and still feeling nervous I wasn’t as excited as I had been before. However, I began to relax a little and looked over to Liz. Her eyes were. So when she came out with two cold beers, in her short shorts, white tank top and flip flops, it took all I had not to get a serious hard on. Becky leaned over, handing me my beer and I could see her hard nipples poking through her shirt. She looked so hot, I just wanted to ravage her. As we sat and drank our beers, Becky put her feet up on my leg, asking if that was okay. Nodding my head yes, she smiled and told me that she had always thought I was handsome. She said she liked my smile. Then. . Jeeves.”“Actually, I have to take the car to a garage, to get it seen to. We have at least one microphone hidden in it.”“Why would Mr Dawes want to listen to people in his own car?”“He didn’t. He was surprised when I told him I had found a microphone.”“Weird, just like most of that family.”“Indeed. Well, I have to go. Goodbye kiss?”“Yes, I suppose so, if you are quick about it.”We kissed, mouth to mouth, and it helped my respiration. I rushed off to the car, giving a quick farewell to the. .. With these loaded balls we went into the city, a little party together on our own…. She in a tube top and mini skirt. My pants were tight all the time, but I didn't drink enough during the day anyway and then two big cocktails in a bar in her hometown in the evening... We were both pretty relaxed. She showed me under the table how she touched herself, stroked her panties gently and my pants really felt like exploding… Then came the moment that changed everything - maybe a short time later.