She walked out in a huff. Even if Tim came now, it was too late. Emma's pet peeve was tardiness which there were very few excuses for in her book. She...spent the evening wearing flannel pajamas, watching a movie called Gray Matters while eating her hot dog and fries. The only redeeming part of the night was the chick flick was a good comedy. And made her laugh at Heather Graham's infatuation with Bridget Monahan.SIX WEEKS LATER"Emma!" she heard her name being called from behind. Turning, she saw. For all I knew, at the time he could have just cycled into our gate by accident. But my fears were realised when I heard Dad shrieking at him:“Look what you’ve done! Exactly, nothing!” I never realised that before, Dad always used to take his van to the garage to be cleaned. But I’d never imagined that he’d hire a boy to do his dirty work for him. Even then, his van was fine, spotless in fact! But then it got worse: “You know what that means don’t you! Get in the back!” I couldn’t believe I was. Not to be out done Tara tore at his tee-shirt. Her naked breasts on his equally naked chest felt damned good. Tara wasn’t prepared to wait her turn to have her shorts pulled off, she flicked open his pants, reached into the underpants and gave freedom to his now aching cock. Soon the pair were naked and staggered to a couch in the large living area where they fell onto it, sucking at each others mouth and grasping what it was that was their individual goal at that time. Tara pulled away from. It was her who took my hand and placed it on her right boob. I was shocked and opened my eyes. I was able to see her as the zero watt lamp was switched on. She smiled at me and said I liked what you were doing yesterday. I got some courage and said that you are gorgeous and I am in love with you. She laughed and asked me what do I like in her. I was afraid but she kept on asking so I said your boobs during that time my hand was thereon her boob. She came closer to me and asked do you want my.