She was his ideal girl. He dreamt about her, followed her when he could, and was, in every way fascinated by her. No matter how long it took him, he w...s certain that she would remain chaste for him. He would kiss her tenderly, hold her in his arms, caress her gently, and the, make her a woman. This was all he thought about, whenever he saw her. After watching her shower from his vantage point in the air duct, seeing her body naked, and so close to him, he would get so hard a mere touch of his. ’ She involuntarily peed over his boot. Instead of whacking her he just grinned. The collar tie was very handy as with her hands free she was able to she was able to attend to herself well. She watched him masturbating, a good twelve feet away, and idly wondered by the size of him he might be able to hit her with a squirt from over there. Normally she didn’t think foul things like that. All her life she’d attempted to be pleasant in an attempt to engender popularity to help erase ostracism. One foot was still wearing a Bailey’s high heeled shoe, the other foot bare and gracefully arched on tip toe as she maintained her balance. A huge hand which looked as if it belonged to Arnold Schwartzeneger was holding up the discarded shoe and turning it over, letting cards spill out from inside it into the smoke filled air. Three of a kind: the ace, the king and the queen of hearts. Underneath the photograph was the caption: ‘BAILEY’S FASHION SHOES — THE BEST BET IN THE HOUSE WHEN THE CHIPS. He closed his mouth, and I turned, stepping away toward the door. Stopping in the doorway, I’d blown him a kiss. Tonight, I stood near his bed, rubbing my soft, cum soaked panties onto my twat. Wonderful physical, and emotional feelings came upon me. Thoughts of him making love to me and cumming inside me entered my mind. I tiptoed away from his bed to stand beside his closet. Stroking my panties from the top of my slit to the bottom, moans vibrated from my mouth. "Oh, James," I moaned. I found.