I was tweaking her nipples between my index fingers and thumbs, they were very stiff, like little bullets. She let out little moans of pleasure as she...became more and more aroused at my touch. ‘Let’s get in the shower,’ I told her. I let her go and she took a pace away from me. I pulled off my trainers and pulled down my sweatpants and underpants leaving me naked, my stiff cock sticking out in front of me. I watched as she bent over, unlaced her trainers, slipped them off and then lowered her. This is Arthur Gallagher, your step-father-to-be, and this is my Dad, Alan.”“Pleased to meet you. This is my partner Jeffrey Long. I was wondering if I might have a word with my mother.”“They’re in the prep room ... prepping. Follow me.” Karl and Jeffrey followed Adam to a closed door. He rapped on it and his mother poked her head through it.“What is it?” she asked.“Someone to see Constance ... and it’s not Arthur. Is everyone decent?”“Of course. Come in.”Karl stepped into the door and Jeffrey. I could hardlybelieve it. But there she was in her tiny plaid skirtand tight white shirt, her half bra showing through,her pink nipples jutting and stretching the thin clothand even a plaid ribbon holding back her long, blondehair. Perfect, the porn-maker’s Catholic schoolgirl. Her legs were long and shapely, her thighs perhaps abit heavy but her round ass was prime, incredible, andthe little skirt swayed when she walked, swishing fromside to side. It might have been twelve inches long,. I was thinking of inviting her over for dinner next Saturday. But I was afraid that I might be too presumptuous." Mave, I'd love to," I said.We got off of the highway and I directed her to my apartment building. "What time should I come by on Saturday?" I asked."How about around seven?" She answered."How about six thirty and I help you cook... and I'll bring dessert." Six thirty then." She leaned over me and rummaged about in the glove compartment for a moment to find a pen. Then she took my.