So far I had managed to limit myself to sneaking a look in Steph’s underwear drawer and only briefly opening the wardrobe to see her collection of d...esses. That was three days ago. I turned around and looked down at the bed. My cock was already quivering at the thought of wearing her delicately embroidered yellow summer dress, with its frilly white hemline. I told myself that I needed to remember exactly where I had found it, and made a mental note. I pulled the curtains shut and then stripped. After she rode my cock I fed her and gave her some pot and cognac, gave her a soothing bath and a warm enema, which she masturbated to and was thrilled by. I rubbed baby oil on her ass, fingering her asshole slowly.I then took her to bed and gave her a back rub and when she was fully relaxed, I rimmed her puckered anus and lubed up my throbbing cock and shoved it in her tight asshole. She howled, barked like a dog and then began to moan as I entered her slowly, then rammed my rod in to the hilt. I stare, that is all I can do, and spread my hands in a non-committing gesture of confusion. Please understand, please guide me, lead me, love me. Again that laugh, and she rolls her eyes to my helpless condition. A thumb and a nod tell me, around the corner, and an amused eyebrow whispers, you clown. I blow her a kiss, it seems appropriate, and attack the pungent river of crowd oozing along around me. A purpose, a focus. I have a goal now. To reach the angel, to take her in my arms and let her. Tucking the folio inside his shirt, he ran through the alley to Kelly's house. Kelly walked him through the house to the back porch, discreetly far enough away from her mother that they couldn't be overheard. Making sure that they were alone, Kelly went up on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss.Ignoring her embrace, he jerked his face away from hers and stood coldly. He seethed with anger as handed her the postcards. "Tell me about these," he said.Kelly recognized the pictures immediately..