He was wearing conservative khaki pants and a black button down dress shirt, with a purple tie. “So Lindsay, tell me about yourself…boyfriend? Ho...’s college?” He asked letting his eyes trace over her body. He felt his cock stirring and adjusted himself coyly. She was wearing tight jeans that hugged her in all the right places; he wished he had been able to see her ass in them. He made a mental note to check it out when she stood up. She had on a shirt that was white and a little shear; he. “The way you just said that, sounds like you are jealous or something.”“That’s the same thing he said to me last night. You sound like I want to jump my own brother’s bones.”With that, she stomped upstairs. Mom motioned me to wait a few minutes, then go up.I gave my standard, ‘Shave and a haircut’ knock, and heard her say, “Come in, Matt.”“Can I ask you a personal question, please?”“Depends!” she responded.“How long since you’ve been fucked really hard?”She slapped me hard as she said, “None of. She moved from soft kisses and light flicks of the tongue to biting my lip and sucking my tongue. She abruptly stopped, whispered "Bedroom?" in my ear, I nodded, and she told me to wait 30seconds, which I happily did.As I entered the dimmly lit bedroom, she was already kneeling on the bed in her bra and thong, looking intimidating and seductive, but broke the silence with a "Come over here please, Stan". Before I got to the bed she met me at the edge with her legs around me whispering, "Can I. It was fit and tan. It didn’t look feminine, but it didn’t look too manly either. Because he was so skinny and fit, he looked more like a manly girl, if that makes sense. Anyway, I left him there with his pants around his ankles standing with nothing more than his Under Armor boxer briefs. I could see his little package underneath. I reached out and cupped it through his undies and his whole body became stiff as a board. He froze in place as I groped him. I moved my hand to his ass and squeezed.