Copyright © UnXpected, 2011 Our eyes locked for a minute, before I look her up and down. She looked good, and I know she knew it. Her hair, Jet black...in a Page Boy style, Brown skin, Almond shaped eyes, a revealing fishnet black shirt with no bra. Was that her nipple caught in one of the many holes in the material? I got excited, as I imagined taking her nipple into my mouth, gnawing gently, flicking my tongue against it. I had to shift on my bar stool, my clit piercing was rubbing through my. "Take this, hide it. I'll explain later." The door closed while I was still standing there. Confused, I returned home more slowly, an unassuming innocent pace, eyes surreptitiously glancing up and down the block. Mr. Bascombe was out trimming his grass edges. He didn't look up, or at least I didn't see him look my way. I got back into the house without incident but frankly, a little crestfallen. I'd thought; no, hoped, that after a week she'd have more time for me than a few seconds at the. We understood him, she was what he wanted or maybe what he needed, even if he didn’t realize it yet.(J) We dressed nice, attractively. In simple flattering dresses that let our natural beauty shine through. We only wore a tiny ‘smidge’ of makeup, just to accent ourselves, not to overwhelm us.(L) Because that is exactly what our brother George liked.(J) The three of us naked on the bed George made. The spot where the best moments of my life took place.(L) The spot my brother first fucked you on. I also wanted to have more time to play dress up. It was an old building that had seen better days. I had one large room, with a small bathroom, and a tiny kitchen. It was the cheapest one they had. After work I’d dress up and watch tv, then sleep in my little black nitey. A couple weeks after I started living downtown, I ordered a vibrator in the mail, it quickly became my favorite toy. By the beginning of summer I had fallen into a steady routine of coming home from work, dressing up, having.