She was tallish, slender and attractive in an almost-model sort of way. She carried herself gracefully with a hint of self-consciousness. She seemed t... be eighteen or nineteen, but carried herself with a more mature dignity than the other revelers in the field that night. She was wearing a black miniskirt, maybe ten inches from waist to hem, made from some thin leather looking material. The skirt was wrapped by a wide, loosely woven belt and worn extremely low on her narrow hips. On top she had. I COULD FEEL HER TAKE A FIRMER GRIB ON MY COCK NOW SO KNEW SHE WANTED TO PLAY SO I UNDID MY SHORTS AND DROPPED THEM TO THE FLOOR FOLLOWED BY MY PANTS.SHE PULLED HER MOUTH AWAY FROM MINE AND LOOKED DOWN NOW AT MY NAKED COCK AND SAID SHE HAD NEVER SEEN ON SO BIG AND IT WAS EVEN BIGGER THAN HER STEP FATHERS - I DIDN'T GO THERE.I REMOVED THE REST OF HER CLOTHES AND PUT MY HAND AROUND HERS AND SHOWED HER HOW TO STROKE MY COCK WITH LONG SLOW STROKES AND AT THE SAME TIME MY OTHER HAND WAS TWEAKING HER. "If you think I'm gonna let you guys fuck, while mom and dad are out, you're crazy!"Cathy was livid! Her terrible idea from last night didn't seem so terrible any more! "I'm not stupid, you know!" she yelled, as she ran upstairs, to make her call. She closed and locked the bedroom door, took several deep breaths, to calm herself, then picked up the phone. "Hi, Mike?" Cathy!" he sounded so relieved to hear her! "I'm really sorry about last night!" No, I'm sorry Mike!" she had to bit her tongue,. I wanted to write something sexual like the notes I used to leave under her pillow. I couldn't produce the same sensations of touch, caress, the long strokes of deep penetration, the tingle I get right before...I didn't call her. She didn't announce her arrival. She removed a pair of sandals, tossed them haphazardly to the floor, and claimed the door was unlocked. I knew she had keys to my apartment but said nothing. It didn't matter. Isabel looked so beautiful wearing a silky soft shirt and.