It’s obvious that Petra was expecting, and probably very much wanting, this to be more straight in and full steam ahead (couple off, lights out, clo...hes off and bed) but she’s realized that everyone else wants to hang out a bit and she’s happy enough to go along with that. More than happy, actually, because we carry on kinda like we were doing at the bar, Danny snowing Petra, not making out like in the taxi, there’s no more of that, but still flirting around with her, giving her plenty of. They eased out of their embrace and continued towards the girls hand-in-hand. When they got closer, Bobbie could hear Andy say, "Ken, it's going to be so much better! When we're older and do that I'll be able to feel your cock getting hard as a rock to penetrate my insides. I'll be able to excite my nipples by rubbing them against your hairy chest ... It will be so great! At the same time my cunt will be running rivers against the hope that you will use it to sheath your cock."When they were. It seemed she lived alone. The Lockdown had already begun by the time I first became aware of her. As soon as she moved in, one of the first things she did was put a row of flowerpots on her balcony and fill them with pretty flowers.I found myself watching her more and more. I was just happy that she was there, so young and fresh and full of life. Inevitably, I wove stories in my head about her life. And inevitably, I created some part to play in that imaginary life.What started as fantasy. Her tan was even and her body had a level of fitness that came from a gym and not from athletics. Every section of her body was perfectly proportioned. Her shoulders were exactly the same width as her hips. Her fingers stopped at the exact point the curve of her bottom ended. When she turned to sit he saw the view from the front was just as impressive as from the back.Her breasts were large but not enormous; her stomach was toned but not muscular. Her bikini bottom came down to a perfect V.