She said there parents will be home so not possible in my house. I said not a problem we can meet in my flat is said safe and secure and know one will...distribute us I said to her she agreed and told me get drinks I bought and I texted my address to her but she got confused so I went and pick her I was seeing her in real she is dam sexy in that dress wearing white shirt and blue pant all her assets are looking good at that.We are back to my flat I locked from inside and told her to relax and she. Her eyes widened and she brought the light quickly, crowding under the desk with me. The loose carpet tile was attached to a wooden hatch that fit snug into the hollow built into the floor. I took the flashlight from her and looked around the cavity I’d uncovered. Both of us were a little wide-eyed by what we found there.We looked at each other and didn’t say a word, just replaced the plug so the carpet sat flush and backed out from under the desk.When we were back in our seats, she broke the. He would have her any way he could. He felt her gaze heat on his crotch, letting him know that she was turned on at his hard manhood. He would have laughed except she had started tying first one ankle then the other to the foot of the bed, making him nervous. Swallowing again, he noticed how her ass went into the air and gave him a quick peek at the glistening jewel between her well-toned thighs. He let out a moan, hinting at the torture she was giving. She had yet to touch him and already he. And she always wore those dumb-shit, dorkwad clothes! Who the fuck wore long, blue jean shorts that were hemmed?! And she must have five fucking pairs, and those damn stupid tee shirts that are always too freakin' big on her! The only freakin' parts of her he had seen were her oddball fat calves and piano ankles, her arms basically from her elbows down, and her head! All that first summer she had stayed, he thought she was real fat under those clothes just like her fat-ass ankles, but then at.