My eyes savor the handsome guy in front of me, settling on the bulge contained in those slacks, "Sure", I reply, stepping aside, the door closing behi...d you, my hands reaching out to loosen the tie, and stepping closer as I unbutton the first few buttons of your shirt. The whole time my eyes stare at you never leaving my own reflection in the mirrors of your shades. Tracing my hand inside your shirt to slide it along your pecs, down your abs just stopping at your belt, my jeans-clad bulge. Thank goodness he was so tipsy all he could do was lay on top of me like a daid dog.I hast to fess up that my pappy is riche touchy when it comes to boys looking at me crosswise. Most of them fellas get the holla girls to haul they ashes on Saturday nights. I would be willing to do the nasty with any of the good-looking ones, but my pappy is powerful mean when he thinks some young whippersnapper is plotting to slip his man-stick into his youngest offspring.The preacher man came up the mountain. I lifted it up, and checked the size andconfirmed it was a medium. I turned the panty over to the back andnoticed in big white letters 'I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND' with love beingreplaced with a big red heart. My dick started to get hard. Good thepanties I was wearing were tight enough to prevent it showingoutwardly. I slowly stretched the panties in front of my waist as if tosee how it would look.A teenage girl that was besides me glanced over and giggled. Shestopped what she was doing and walked. There was a note for me on the phone, with a loving welcome message, and the number of his office at the agency. I called, and when he answered, "Steve McCall speaking," I said, in what I hoped was a sexy voice, "Dear Steve, I'm here!"He must have had someone in his office, because he said,"OK thanks. I'll be there in a few minutes," and then hung up.Soon I heard him on the stairs, and rushed to the door to greet him. He wrapped me in his arms in a big hug, and we kissed for a long time. He.