So she attempts to one up me and starts to un buckle my pants and i feel her very warm hand slide in under my silky boxers and she started stroking it...ever so gently knoing that it would turn me on even more so take my hand from her bra and pull down her jogging pants just to her knees as she was still sitting next to me in the small seats and rub my fingers slowly but firmly on the outside of her already soaking laced thong and again i could feel her freeze from sheer exstacy i could tell she. So got any ideas yet?”“Dunno man..wanna check on whats Frank doing?”“Yeah lets see if hes home”And so we walked to Franks house to see if he was there. We were in the summer and was very hot in the street. As soon as we get there we rang the bell.Nobody answered, we rang again. Seconds later someone opened the door but, instead of Frank, there was his mother..Flower! She stepped out the door wearing a short purple summer dress with a great cleavage, she was wearing. Then as if we were boxers and the bell was struck, we attack each other. Your tongue enters my mouth and tangles with mine. We suck and kiss with me behind you, my hands exploring your Botticelli body with the curiosity of a schoolgirl and the passion of a porn star. Your tastes and smells and sounds take me to another dimension. One where gravity is nonsense. We are floating in each others sex. In each others bodies. You pull me around in front of you and I fee your hand slide up my thigh. You. And, not only was Lisa not inclined to be rude, she was also, truth to tell, rather shy. Even, on occasions, introverted."How can I help you?" asked the girl behind the desk who was dressed far less provocatively than Virginia. Her hair was bundled up in a mass of combs and her yellow tee-shirt had the words ting.com written in large black Courier characters. Underneath in smaller italic print was the tag-line: t astefully indecent nude girls."Erm..." said Lisa, not at all sure what help this.