“You should have seen her Greg. You could see her abs through her suit, Greg. That’s how cut she was. She was doing moves that I swear aren’t po...sible. She had a funny name, though. Becky Winkleman? Becky Dinkleberg?”“Becky Finklestein,” I squeaked.“Do you know her?” Courtney asked eagerly.“We’ve met.”“Have you seen her muscles? Isn’t she incredible?”I sat there for a few more minutes and listened to Courtney rave about Becky Finklestein, then I went upstairs to make a frozen pizza. From the. Daryl was waiting just outside and his eyes traveled down her cleavage immediately. “I'm telling Mom,” she announced proudly.“Not this again,” he groaned.“Yes this again, you’ve been peeking at me since we were young. It used to be cute when you blushed and turned away but now you just leer at me.” She brushed past him, leaving a wet hand print on his shoulder. Daryl rolled his eyes but did not pursue the argument.After getting dressed in pajama shorts and a sweater, Stacey trotted down the. She then heard noises, coming form behind the bed. Curiously, she climbs over her bed, trying to make out the sounds coming from next door."OOhh!! OOoohhh" she heard a woman moaning."Are they having sex back there?" Sarah asked herself.She smiled a bit. When it came to things like this, she was nosy as hell. She also then just realised that there was something above her bed's head as well. It was a small hole.She was on her knees, peeking through the hole. She could see what was happening next. I lifted up her short black party dress. Eased my fingers inside her tiny white lace panties. Eased my finger into her soft moist vagina."Yes," she said urgently, "Do it!"I pulled her panties aside and dropped my trousers. My cock reared like some primeval monster, the veins standing out prominently as he strained."Oh gosh, its huge!" she complained."I thought you wanted five big black cocks?" I reminded her."Er," she said rather too honestly, "I rather thought yours would be sort of medium, er.