Dean had thought he mightfind the experience erotic, but the first feeling that he had was thatthe clothing was simply comfortable. As far as Dean was...concerned, thedream conundrums were solved successfully, and with use of hisimagination the erotic element may come.----------------------Cut to six years later. Dean had rented a new, smaller flat aftersplitting with his long term girlfriend. The old one was out of budgetfor him alone and he was not comfortable about going directly into asharing. She grabs his hands and pulls him toward the bed and lies down. Jonathan doesn’t say a word as his soft hands gently begin to caress their way down her body to her ass. His finger slips back up, beneath the thong, pushing it aside to stroke along her lips.“Mmm,” she groans. “I like that. Don’t stop.”His finger rubs gently around her asshole and up into her pussy. His finger slips inside of her to gently thrust back and forth.“Oh, Jonathan,” she cries. “I want to feel you tongue on my ass and. Like most everyone else in their neighborhood, they had cable, but his single mother neither had the skill nor desire to remove the concrete embedded metal structure that had been attached to the house when they moved in. Thus Anthony had the perfect secret entrance to his second story bedroom.Pulling the window closed and replacing the screen, Anthony scrabbled down the makeshift ladder with a practiced skill. Pulling his bike from its hiding place in the bushes at the bottom, he quickly. His daughter was standing beside him, still naked from her afternoon swim lesson. "If I'd have known you had all THIS stuff going on here, I'd have come inside sooner! My wife LOVES to play tennis, and you've got probably the best court in the county!"The daughter giggled and asked, "What do we have to do to get the high school to start a tennis club? We could play here."I glanced over at the high school's phys ed instructor, Coach Wendy Lefebvre, who was chatting with Yet Another Parent, one I.