"Jesus," Hillary giggled, looking at my body in the dim light. "How old are you?" Fifteen," I smiled at her. "That okay for you?" I pushed my narrow h...ps out, my flat stomach and the soft round swell of my pussy under my panties."Yeah," she nodded slowly. "I like fifteen." Take off my panties," I told her. "No, down on your knees ... do it nice."I wasn't playing any tricks on her, no magic. I didn't need it with this woman, Hillary wanted a girl in charge and my tomboy looks were what she liked. All the while he worked, his resentment toward Sally grew and grew. "Shecan't push me around like that!" he thought. "I'll get back at her. I'lltell Mom. She'll fix her. She can't give me orders like that. I'll hither so hard she won't know what happened!" Now that Sally was no longerin the room, his courage was returning, but he finished fixing their lunchanyway.When it was ready, he called Sally into the kitchen - none too politely.Sally immediately noticed that his old attitude was. She let out a deep breath and felt her body clench up in anticipation. Her hands flew to his hair as he pressed harder into her and quickened his pace. He moved up to circle her clit with his tongue and she felt a two fingers trace the down the sides of her sex and then slowly sink into her. He hummed softly against her clit and started to move his fingers in and out slowly. She was shaking and then felt her whole body tingle and go numb. He could feel her clench up around his fingers and he. “Coy? Can you bring out some dishes and you got any ice in your freezer?” Coy was a little puzzled and rose from his sofa and stuck his head outside the door. Bobby was arranging dozens of bags of snacks: pork rinds, potato chips, tortilla chips, tubs of potato salad and cole slaw. The pool was packed with cans of Natty and Busch. The Weber was ablaze with glowing coals, a tray with hot dogs and burgers sat next to it.“Bobby!” Coy said once he got a breath and picked his jaw off the stoop to.