I went to the kitchen, "C'mere," and went out onto the back deck. She followed.She closed the door, and I laid it out: "He's a Freshman, we've hooked ...p a few times, he's in love with me, and I'm sure his parents wouldn't be happy if they knew he was here."She looked at me silently, then smirked. "I guess you made an impression."I rolled my eyes in forced agreement, "Yes, Mom." He can't be 18?" she asked.I shook my head."Do you want him to stay, or is this a scary stalker thing?"I looked at him. I did have a fleeting memory of Bobby. She had been so much a part of me, someone that I thought would become a permanent part of my life. I shivered, thinking of how easily she left for someone else. The group I had around me now sure didn't appear that way. The five were all flakes, but loving flakes. Even though they are so independent and such a closed group, they make me feel loved and cared for all the time.I put the box of rings back into the safe, noting that the safe still had multiple. On one particular afternoon, Samantha had been fighting the horny need to masturbate and get herself off good all day long. She finally got off work and drove home, getting inside the front door and then she quickly moved to her bedroom, and got her clothes almost totally off as quickly as possible. That was, all except for her panties. Samantha loved to leave her panties on, somehow that was just a shade shy of full nudity and she could allow herself to imagine that her horny lusty lover, Tom,. A thought of those red locks free falling down onto the pointed rocks below made me slide my hand to her waist and pull her close to me. When did I become so possessive? I tried to let the sight and sounds of the waterfall soothe me, as it oftentimes can, but today I was having the hardest time concentrating on anything but this lithe woman beside me. She stood at just three inches above the five foot mark (and an additional three with those boots of hers), but carried herself, especially when.