The legs sticking out from her mid-thigh shorts and her arms out of her sleeveless blouse were toned and fit.“Annie!” She took me into an embrace....I was stunned and my body must have reflected it with tension. She patted my shoulders on both sides and laughed. “I am sorry dear. Miss Contreras has talked so much about you that I feel like I know you, already. I have been looking forward to meeting you.” She looked me in the face, then gasped, “Oh, my! How rude, I am sorry, dear.” She stuck out. And what better example than my neighbor? This story is not about him, why? I never told him how I felt about him. We met since he moved here when we were both five-year-olds, we were good friends for years but with time I started to notice the incredible shade of mahogany his hair was or the delicate and frankly appetizing shape of his lips. A feast I never dared to taste and now we both have suitcases in our front doors. He was moving again and I, on the same day, was going away for two weeks. He grinned and rubbed the pearly juice all over her swollen slit, as Mindy writhed and whimpered with excitement. "Ooooo, Vince, that feels so gooooood!" she cried. "It's gonna get even better," he promised. He folded back the soft-furred lips of her pussy and exposed the tiny hooded lump of flesh that always gave her so much pleasure. That was the secret button she rubbed when she needed to get off. He went right for it, grasping it between his thumb and forefinger, kneading it. Mindy sobbed. I want you to cum. Will you do that for me, please?" she softly spoke in her sweet womanly tone."Yes... anything for you!" I told her. No longer did I care who Amy was, in my daughter's best friend, or that she was still only seventeen years old, but the need, the sexual desire to blow my load was all I thought of. To have this beautiful young woman seemingly attracted to someone like me, to have her actually telling me to cum for her was mind-blowing that everything else surrounding us, and.