A year earlier my parents decided it was ok for me to have my first phone, which was a flip phone, and not a smart phone, as texting was difficult at ...imes and the internet was horrible, but I managed. It had been three whole days since I had texted Liam and the secret adventure I had in the Wal-Mart bathroom. Way too long in my opinion. Something needed to be done about this, so I grabbed my phone under my bed ans started to text Liam. He was over twice my age and we've been chatting for. He also kept sitting very close, we had always got on, as he was very funny and great with me and my s****rs, but he would now always sit next to me when he could and was always messing about and tickling me. Then one day, as we sat on the sofa together and everyone else was in another room, he put his arm round me, which wasn’t unusual, but he was looking at me differently and was looking down at my boobs for sure. Instead of his usual tickling and messing about, he just started stroking my. Not thatit was any great shakes. But at least you could see the walls. And itlooked like he did something with his trash besides tape it to theceiling. But it was even smaller. "Hava seat," he pointed to the couch, or bed, or whatever it was.It had sheets on it but looked like a couch. I sat, carefully. "Wantsomething to drink?" "Have any wine coolers?" I joked. "Coming right up!" he called, and he went into the kitchen. "Youlike strawberry or peach?" "Um, peach." I. 'It is only polite that you remove all of your clothes, sir.' I obliged, revealing my hard cock. She took one hungry look at it, then she stepped back making room for me, and giving me a chance to feast my eyes on her luscious figure. She backed up to the wall, and stood there, massaging her pussy with one hand and her belly and tits with the other. I stepped under the shower, enjoying the hot water soothing my skin. 'I guess you'd need some soaping up, now that you are all wet'. She stepped.