Her name was Alice and she had recently turned eighteen with very little fanfare and no physical change in her personality or attitude.The Willowbee's...daughter Alice was a bit odd.She liked to wear black lipstick and was hooked on the lyrics of bands that professed close relationships to creatures like Vampires and other dark horrors of the night. Her parents were used to hearing her depressingly loud music and her "doomsday" comments made with officious pronouncement like some appointed keeper. Most of all I see the look in your eyes, knowing that you want this just as badly as I do. I can see the need, the longing. You crawl into my lap and straddle me as we again begin to kiss, both removing each other’s clothes as we refamiliarize ourselves with the curves and features of our bodies. I take your face delicately in my hand and begin to kiss your neck. Your scent intoxocates me. As I work my way down my hands find your breasts. I’ve missed these pert little breasts. As you moan in. " Fuck put that thing away, Elen will be here any minute. Try and behave for once in your life"." Ok ok, I'll be a good boy, but you know me, when I'm good I'm good, but when I'm bad I'm better!!. Anyway are you going to put underwear on, Elen will be able to see your pussy if that skirt rides up"." No I'm not, and anyway I'm not going to be showing off my pussy while Elen's here. It's too warm for underwear and you've noting on under your shorts, and I warning you again, I don't want Elen. Parker, but now...” Rachel trailed off as she saw the Judy Blume and Babysitter’s Club books by the door. “Oh no,” she said, shaking her head and taking off her jewelry. “Not in a million years do you give my daughter this tripe. I am going to destroy you, Parker.”“But mom...” Becky protested.In a matter of seconds, Rachel Finklestein was wearing only a string bikini and tennis shoes, Lisa and Alika holding her clothes and jewelry. She stood up tall and thrust out her imposing chest as she.