He saw her and it was obvious that he was not trying to rush to her. She noticed that he seemed eager to see her, eager to meet her. She felt hersel... tremble and then willed it to stop, but it all failed. He reached her. "Cheyenne?" he asked. All she could do was nod. She could not swallow the lump that had formed in her throat. She hated the fact that the first words that wanted to escape from here lips were, "Can I touch you?" She kept silent. "I'm Dave," he announced and offered his. I didn't know what I wanted, but whatever it was I wanted it bad and I pressed myself eagerly against his finger as he stroked me. “Slip to your knees and open your legs wider,” he whispered in my ear and sliding his thumb out of my mouth. His breathing was heavy and his voice sounded cracked and rough. As I sank to my knees, eyes closed in ecstasy. His body stooped over me as I took his hand in my panties down with me, I felt something smooth and round brush my cheek I opened my eyes in. I lumbered downstairs, still in a zombie like grog and found a note on the fridge that said 'Your father and I had to leave on urgent family business involving your uncle, be back Monday~ love mom' "Sweet!" I thought out loud. I had the house to myself. There was not much to do so I just got some Cap'n Crunch and watched some Saturday morning cartoons. I hadn't sat down for more than five minutes before I heard a knock at the door. Still in my pajamas and slippers, I went to the door and,. God, she gets me going. The only thing that saves me is that when she does one of these sessions, she is, in her terms, 'pre-loaded', so when I lose control, she's already there waiting for me. Or vice versa. Never had that with another female. This one is definitely MINE.She pushed up on one side, a sign that she wanted to be on top, a position that I loved and which gave her more room to maneuver, and we were off to the races.Her eyes flashed at me for a little bit, then squeezed shut went.