"They finished dressing and went downstairs to the kitchen to make the call to Patty's house. After a couple rings, a voice she didn't recognize as Pa...ty's answered."Hello?" said Collette."Hi, this is Barbara Taylor. I was looking from my son Bobby — is he there?" Hi, Mrs. Taylor, it's Collette Simpson. Uh no, Bobby left here a couple hours ago at least." Did he say if he was going home when he left?" Barbara asked, maternal panic in her belly beginning to grow again."He didn't really say where. "Gott sei Dank" murmelte er zur?ck.Jetzt hatte er wenigstens Zeit genug seine Aufgaben zu erledigen und die Gewichte zu stemmen. Als erstes wollte er sich umziehen. Seine Kleider waren vom Laufen ganz nass geworden. Er ging in sein Zimmer und zog seine Jacke und das metallica Shirt aus. Dann kickte er seine Arbeitsstiefel und seine dreckigen Socken weg. Er stand nun in seiner viel zu engen Jeans vor seinem gro?en Spiegel und bewunderte seinen breiten perfekt geformten Schultern, die sich wie. Her breath smelled of cherries and the sweetest perfume pervaded off of her freckled skin.She performed a routine dance to strip out of her clothes, and dimmed the lights from a warm glow to almost nothing. I could still make out the beautiful curves of her tiny thick body though. Hot pink nipples, nice round tits, a chubby but strangely flat stomach, (love handles but no muffin top) a pierced navel, a pierced clitty, a small tuft of fiery red hair above her nether lips, and a glistening pussy.. I did not have the will power to pull away from his touch as he rubbed me through the thin material of my knickers. His finger soon found my clitoris and I had to steady myself, placing with one hand on his shoulder and the other on the kitchen counter. It didnt take long before I was shuddering to a powerful orgasm which took over my entire body and almost buckling my knees. He slowly pulled his hand away smiling and then told me that he hoped I would sleep better tonight. I thought to.