It was her body that he first used as a template to fire his sexual needs.He carefully pictured Suzy getting ready for school in the morning. He marve...ed at how wonderful each seemingly mundane movement had a rhythm, a motion, a sensual state of being that drove his imagination into fits of thoughtless pleasure. He started in the shower, soaping and lathering his beautiful long brown hair with thick creamy shampoo. He could picture his wet hair balanced on top of his head as he massaged his. I figured it was safe for me to come out. I walked to the kitchen and saw Felix downing a beer, as I had earlier."Gringo! You are not dressed yet. Here, take this and jump in the shower" he said and handed me another beer. I went to my room, down a long hallway from the rest of the house and grabbed my clean clothes. I had noticed the bathroom door was open.I finally took my cold shower, needing the cold water to temper the image—and its effects on me—from my earlier trip to the bathroom. I. Guys have fantasies too. Remember it's give & take. We're all there to please & get pleased. If I didn't know better I'd swear you were my real daughter.I made it to the weekend. I made a special outfit for mom and me. I cut a tank top so short it's just below the nipples. The sides are slit up so you can see the side of my tits. The bottoms are cut high in the back to show my ass cheeks. The front so low it barley covers my pussy. I cut slits up the sides for quick access. I hope the one I. His name was Bobby, not Bob, Bobby. He had two dogs that he kept in the back yard and they did nothing but bark and howl all night long. He also had two or three girlfriends and a host of drinking buddies that would come and go until the wee hours of the morning. He didn't even try to fit in around here and I don't think anyone in the neighborhood liked him. He finally moved out just before winter and the place had been standing empty since then; until now, apparently."Did she say if they were.