He turned towards the bathroom and the phone rang. “Hello, is this Peter? I am Amy”! The next door neighbor was calling. “I saw you coming in. D...d your parents not tell you that they were going away”? Amy was the neighbor of Peter’s parents for almost 20 years and like an old concerned lady, she kept all the news about the street dwellers or at least the neighbors. Peter told her that he knew his parents were off to their trips and his girl was also gone home. He had nothing much to do at the. And I passed. Again.”“How her dad behaved with her friends really hurt her.”“Yes, and that obviously gives me pause now, and I have to consider how that kind of thing might affect our kids. What if they don’t bring their female friends around because they’re afraid I’ll try to bed them?”“But you have your rule about underage girls which should prevent most of the issues you’re talking about.”“Most. But we have to consider the kids and maybe the rules change in the future. I do keep adding to. "sure"As he pours us some tea, I sit in a very sexy manner with my kegs crossed and dangling one leg. He's checking Ly legs and pours too much tea in my glass. I quickly pick it up and lick what is on the side. His pants have a large bulge forming. I look at it and smile as I lick the glass.He moves behind me and gently rub my neck and shoulders. "mmmmh that feels good Mike"As he rubs my shoulders I lean backwards in the patio chair. His hands are getting closer to my tits. He gets bold and. Or at least at the time I knew I made him frustrated enough that *something* happened that he had to leave for a few minutes, and I just knew that it was something…important, secret…something I wanted to be a part of. And I loved teasing him and controlling him like that! I am not manipulative really, it’s just that I felt such a deep connection and intimacy with him when I could make it so that he couldn’t wait. Those times happened slowly, infrequently, and then only after we’d been.