"Happy Birthday," says Stacy. "Sorry we're late. We were almost here but then we decided we weren't dressed slutty enough, so we went back to change!"...tacy gives you a hug and a kiss, and you offer to take her coat. Underneath she's wearing tight black lycra hotpants over the top of black fishnet stockings and high heels. Her nipples are poking through a pink boob-tube top that barely contains her big, bouncy tits. Her hotpants are so tight that they are half way up her ass at the back and. .. nothing.Nothing?* Nope.You don't do that here.* I know. That's because you get in bed after me, and make me cold, if I don't wear something.Oh. That's news.* Well now you know.Okay, so you were alone, naked and feeling sexy, but you went to sleep.* Yep. I'm not a man Mike. I've got some self control.Alright. Alright. Then what?* Well, the dream. We had gone to the lake for a picnic, and then there was no one there, and we had taken our clothes off for... You've never done that!*... a swim.. .. "Is there any way I can hide this?" I thought..."Nope caught red handed. Maybe I can lie about it. I know! I can tell her I wanted to see what size she was for a gift I was getting her. But what would I be buying her? Lingerie? Nope that won't work. Alena probably thinks I'm a sick fuck... Will she tell my Aunt and Uncle about my dirty little habit? Will I still be able to stay here in the summer? Will I be banished from the house?." I took a deep breath and released it as I noticed a smirk. Silently, he continued to stroke his cock. He couldn’t wank as fast as he wanted for fear she’d hear him. The slow steady movements pulling his foreskin up over the head and back down again built up the pleasure and tension slowly.“And then?”Then he’d flipped her dress up, exposing her pale white ass. He’d kicked her ankle, signalling her to spread her legs wider. She’d stared ahead, reading the inspirational quote of the day on the calendar sitting on his desk.“It’s not your job to be.