I didn't really care for the stuff and I told her no and then she asked me if I would mind if she tried some. I could see that she really wanted to an... so I told her to go ahead, but not to get too fucked up. I watched as she and several others headed for the back of the house and I wondered how in the hell I had been lucky enough to get her to be mine. Jennifer is five foot six, one hundred and fifteen pounds and her body is nice and tight from almost daily trips to the gym. She is very proud. " I’d be glad to help you anyway I can. So don’t be afraid to come to mefor any reason. I’ll let yo get back to sleep. Goodnight.” “Love youGoodnight.” I hear mom pass my dor and down the stairs. Shortly Jocomes in “Shuss quiet. Did you hear?” “Yes.” “Your right she is suspiousfor some reason. We will have to be more careful.” “For sure that was tooclose for me.” “Me too, I’m still shaking a bit. I’m going back to bed.” “Ok Iunderstand.” I had a very hard time sleeping that night. I finally get. Kitten was standing watching us, with a concerned look on her face.Kitten bent down, and peeked into the blanket. She lovingly placed her hand under the girls chin, and smiled. I could feel the love between them. The girl looked a sorry sight, but cheered up at the touch."I don't always have pretty girls sitting on my lap, and not know their names. What is yours, Sweetie?" A got picture of an imposing woman, that I would respect if I knew her. Then came purple hexagonal mineral fingers. I had a. A dark haired Italian with face of a Botticelli and body of a tigress. She was at least half a foot taller than me, with soft supple skin only just concealing the taut muscles underneath like snakes hiding under silk sheets. A perfect hourglass shape telling me I'd be spending all my time with her...her eyes blazing almost as brightly as my step-father's, her full haughty lips wearing a similar smirk. I didn't understand how a kept sissy could be so cocky...until I looked down and saw what she.