Never showing cleavage, the way I try to. Its hard to display what you don't have, if you know what I mean. And whether she wore skirts or pants, she ...ever showed too much leg. That night she wore thigh-high stockings, black, so that only a few inches of her milky thighs were visible. In that moment I thought she never looked sexier."Just me," I whispered into my glass, as if it were a secret. Then I shot my mouth off. "It was quite the show."Tara snickered under her breath. "Well, I'm okay. He'd found an old apron somewhere and put that on and he washumming some song as he was washing the dishes and with his long hair andthe apron and the way he was moving around I swear that he looked morelike a girl than a boy. I found myself thinking that he was actually kindof pretty but then I snapped myself back to reality by reminding myselfthat he was a guy, not a girl!Even though Dad's web site was doing pretty well selling the CD with thehigh resolution images of me, we were getting more. I stood in front of him beneath the streetlight as I pulled a long menthol cigarette from out of my clutch bag."Could I trouble you for a light?" I enquired."Certainly" came the confident response.As he lit my cigarette very gentlemanly, his hand grazed mine. As he held the back of my hand to shelter the naked flame, I inhaled the first drag of the menthol laced tobacco. My mind sparked along with the lighter and at that moment I confirmed in my head to take him into my flat and have him fuck. First her shirt, then her jean shorts. All she had left were her bra and panties. Her curves looked even greater uncovered! She slowly unhooked her bra and tossed it at me. She was a 44G. Her titties were nice and round and her areolas were a bright pink color. Her nipples were hard and begging to be sucked on. She slipped off her panties and sat next to me. We made out again. She did her best to press her tits against my body. I did my best to press my dick against her leg. I hugged her and.