He sure has grown much more confident.Just a few evenings ago, when she was in the kitchen, he had called to her call to turn around and smile. When s...e did, he openly took a picture of her. She had somehow comes to accept all the secret photos he had taken of her but to openly be taking photos of her made her feel much more sleazy“Jon! What are you doing?” she asked incredulously.“Just taking a few pictures to show my friends,” he replied almost matter of factly.“You can’t do that Jon!!”“They. I suggusted we go to the lundry room since it was locked and i was the only one with a key. When we got in and the door was locked i reached right down in her pants. And boy was she right, her pussy was wet like someone had spilled water on the floor. I took my finger and put in her pussy and to my surprise she was very tight. I figered her for about 2 mintues before she was creaming on my hand. As she came, she told me she had never done anything with a black guy before. And that she had only. Her brief skirt seemed even shorter as a tantalizing glimpse of creamy bare skin appeared above her sleek stocking-clad thigh. It was amusing to watch Jeff’s eyes widen at the sight. With a muttered mock apology, Louise pretended to tug her skirt down, while Jeff nervously wiped his moist palms on his trouser legs and darted a guilty look toward his lovely wife across the room. Sandra also looked nervous and said hesitantly, ‘Don’t you think . . .’ but Jeff had already returned his attention to. Amy and I were often mistaken for sisters: blond hair, blue eyes, and tall and gangly at age 11. All knees and elbows, many would say. Every summer since her family moved away, one of us had stayed with the other for a month. It was always more fun at our home, since Amy still had many friends here. We went to Orlando to pick Amy up at the airport, and I got a warm feeling as soon as I saw her. She was taller than last year, but so was I. We rode back to Kissimmee, and the conversation never.