. but it's one way I have of getting women into my bed!" he explained patiently. "But they always come back later of their own free will!"He's insane!...she thought. And what bragging! "I-I doubt it!" Virginia told him.His hands had been running over her exploringly. They were not cruel hands, after all, she decided, feeling that same undeniable tingle of beginning arousal she had felt when he had put his hand on her knee a little while before. She couldn't define what it was about him. He wasn't. ...12...1AM, we get closer and closer both wanting the same thing but too shy to make the first move. We hear the boss, aka her dad, go into his room and passes out, now we have the green light. We flirt for a few more minutes, poke each other, then i hold her hand in mine. The flirting goes on and then i shut the lights off pull her ontop of me and start to kiss her. My hands running up and down her sexy fit body. Cupping her amazing nice ass and starting to grind back and forth. As we. ‘Do you know him’ one inquires, ‘No,’ I replied, ‘He was there when I arrived, I think he thought we were going to fuck, before you guys came’ I studied their faces as I said it, paying particular emphasis on the work Fuck, it appeared to shock them and I was happy, I was in control and leading the conversation in the direction I wanted. I raised the beer can to my lips, straightening my back so my breasts could jutt out more, and as I swallowed I let my thighs open wider to expose my vagina to. He had grown very handsome, she thought. He wasn’t the standard American idea of male beauty, but she thought him beautiful none the less. His face could almost be Anglo but wasn’t quite, his lips a little too full, his cheekbones a little too wide, and his eyes a rich, glossy, dark brown. His body was perfect. Muscled in the right places but not overly so, he had the body of someone several years more mature than eighteen. He filled the bed, sprawled on his stomach with the covers kicked.