This shirt hugged me so well, and the bra really put the girls on display. The skirt was a little too short but that was the point. My plan had failed... We arrived back at his house and it was decided that he do some yard work. He went in the back for a while and started. I remained on my computer passing the time. Then I heard the back door open. He came in the house and his shirt was gone. I felt my face get really warm and my eyes glaze over as I stared at his toned lean arms, and toned. But she didn’t suck hard, didn’t even seal her lips around him. She moved her head smoothly, and caressed him with her tongue, and drooled all over him as she made yummy noises each time he would throb out another thin dribble of pre-cum. Less than five minutes of that had Mike with shaking legs, gasping like he was going to die, trying to form words at her but not really managing much besides “fuck” and “God” and “oh shit”. Finally he dragged it away from her mouth, catching her by the neck. Was seeing her panties the reason for whatI did? But maybe its best if I tell the whole story? You can then make your ownmind up about what I did. The story starts early this Tuesday morning… I remember looking out of the window while brushing my teeth and watchingTony load up his car with his bags, I knew he was going away on business ashe had told me yesterday. He had told me this because he knew I had a day offand he wanted me keep an eye on the house while he was away because he knewI was a. . well, I didn't. I treated her as I would any woman whom I would like to have like me; I suppose that was unusual in her experience. But she was pretty, witty, a good conversationalist, enthusiastic about what sexual activity she would agree to... One could not ask for too much more. If I did not get her into bed in the metaphorical sense, she was there literally a number of times. If I did not get her entirely naked, I saw most of what she had and explored the rest. If I did not.