At 9:30am he knocked on the door, I let him in and he looked a little sheepish, “Sorry about my dad and myself yesterday” he said, “It’s Ok I ...njoyed myself” and with that I went and put the kettle on as Ronnie finished off at the back of the washer.I was wearing clothes similar to the ones I was wearing yesterday obviously different underwear and a different top but the same skirt. I was busy spooning the coffee into the mugs when Ronnie took me by surprise. I felt his hands on my hips and. Hand him his beer and we pass some idle chat back and forth. I see he's still a bit nervous, probably not knowing what to say or how to get started. I go off of what was said to me on my first real encounter. I ask if he would mind getting down to his underware. He quickly agrees and he sheds his jeans quickly. He's in boxers. Loose but I can make out the outline of a well defined, very large cock. He is already getting hard. I take my shorts off and reveal the light blue pair of lacy panties I. I closed the door and walked up close to him, 'I go get my purse', I said, he appeared frightened, which gave me confidence, 'Shall I take this', I said as my hand touched his, and he released it into mine.I went into the kitchen and suddenly had an inspirational idea. I put the Pizza down on the table and picked-up my purse and phone.I walked out as if in conversation with someone on the phone, and as I walked back into the hallway, I said, 'It's my Pizza, it's just being delivered', paused as. .. he sighed with relish.Richard Hink was a tall, well-built man only a few years older than Sandy's mother, with a shock of curly, coal-black hair that constantly fell boyishly down over his forehead, and a thick broad chest with well-developed pectorals, the result of his years as head football coach at Prescott High School. Hink knew of Sandy Murphy from school as well as from being her neighbor, though he didn't have her as a pupil... yet. He had certain lewd ideas about someday starting an.