She felt free and sexy. She unzipped her jeans and took them off. Since she just got dressed to have dinner, she didn't bother to put any underwear on... she knew she would get naked to sleep in a short while, as she does every night. She then took of her t-shirt, revealing her tits. She walked around her room, looking at her body as she walked. She sat down again in the sofa. She looked at her tits and hold them with her hands. They were round, firm, and B-cup - not too small, not too large.. Freddie's Grandfather Nikola had emigrated to the the states many years ago. Ethnically, the Basques of northern Spain were separate from the rest of the Spanish peoples and a Basque separatist movement had existed in the north for centuries. Due perhaps to acts performed both by and to that group, the Basques in general had been persecuted for generations. Perhaps it was this background that caused the Sabarte family to be as sober and serious as they were. Freddie, as somber as he seemed to. As the fire was the only thing separating us. She was wearing a red oversized sweater. This allowed my young eyes to gaze at her long legs, well toned arms and her womanly figure. I have never seen anything lovelier (then or since). The light from the fire allowed me to see that she was not wearing a bra or panty. Her sweater was down to her middle thigh. When she sat down it got even shorter. We talked for a bit about my plan to go to college in the fall. She also told me her name was Samantha. I could hear footsteps moving around the room. I stayed low, behind the stack of boxes. I felt my heart was beating so loud, that I would be discovered. I found myself holding my breath. But after the sounds of my pursuer stopped, the door opened again and they left. I waited for a few more minutes, to let them clear out. Then made my way to the door. I listened for any sounds from the other side, but heard none. I quietly opened the door and peeked outside. It seemed like no one was around, so.