All it required was for her to be alone for me to wheedle my way past her locked front door and I knew with certainty she would soon be writhing benea...h me begging me “Please Don’t Stop!”I felt sorry for Red but I was not going near her with a ten foot pole while she was contagious with the nasty Flu that was hitting the Big Apple with hard reality.Lola opened the door and was holding her phone to her ear talking to some producer or director about some silly project that required her to be. Her hips were broad and wiggled hugely as she walked, especially when she thought any boys were watching. Which, to be fair, they usually were!She was having a party to celebrate her parents being away for a weekend, and the house was being looked after by a man friend of theirs who, Samantha said, fancied her. She had invited about a dozen girls of our class at school, and around ten boys. I got permission from Mum to stop over at Samantha's that night, and three of the other girls had done. We mostly just took pictures of the two if us just playing for the camera. We were making silly kissy faces for the camera or I was kissing Steven’s cheek while he made a face to the camera. That’s all it was. It was just us joking around. We held hands and skipped on the lawns in front of the Eiffel Tower. We raced to the top of the Arc de Triomphe and threw our arms up in the air. Steven picked me up and spun me around like I had won some huge race. Where it got really complicated was when. Her hips rolled under the thick robe and her breasts bounced with each step. Peter could see most of her tits because she hadn't pulled the robe closed at the top. She handed him a glass and went back to her place on the couch.She crossed her legs again, letting the robe fall away as it had done before. It opened almost to the skimpy bikinis, the only thing she had on under the robe."Is your drink good, Peter?" she said, swinging her leg again."Yeah, it's great," he said, taking a quick drink..