"Oh, yeah," you smile and clear your throat, "love peaches." Back at your apartment I push you onto the bed while I slowly strip off my clothes. You s...t and watch, your temperature rising, your dick so hard it hurts. I slowly swivel my hips as I pull the tank top over my head. My tummy is flat yet soft and you gasp a quick intake of breath as I free my melons from the white lacey bra that was barely containing them. I close my eyes and run my hands up my belly, up under my breasts and cup them. I can't say which one of us had the crappier home life. Janet's dad found a new family to love when she was nine and her mom worked eighty hour weeks while spending any free time adding notches to single men's bedposts. Though her dad made insincere offers every now and then, Janet chose to live with her mom."I'm sorry," she whispered when she opened the door."It's okay," I replied. "I'll go to the library."If Janet had someone over, I was glad for her. Her sophomore year, she'd been caught in. I'm Nichole, by the way, since we weren't properly introduced out there. You're... Mitch, right?” Her smooth southern Tennessee accent threw me completely off guard and I didn't even think before I replied. “You just keep getting more and more amazing.” I could see her blush a little, and quickly apologized. “I'm sorry, I didn't even mean to say that.” She just turned away shyly and sat on the bed. “So what do you have for games in here?” I started rummaging around the desk, flipping the laptop. ”I was then turned over and the procedure repeated on my bottom and back.“Into the shower with you! The warm water will wash away all the hair. And, no playing with your pee-pee, you naughty boy!”I scuttled off to the adjacent shower-room, and followed Phoebe’s instructions; returning after towelling myself dry.“Excellent. Let’s get you fitted with your maid’s outfit, Peter.”I was handed a pair of the most luxurious, sheer-to-waist black pantyhose and helped into them, by Jennifer.“No knickers.