We chatted for a couple of minutes and then she had some work and left. I ping her in the evening and had no reply from her. I was a bit annoyed. Then...I thought of not texting her again.All of a sudden, I got a message saying that she was stuck with some work with her mother-in-law on that morning. I said, “Alright, no problem. I am happy to see your text.”We chatted for a couple of days. Basically, her intentions behind these chatting sessions were to observe me and check if I was worthy of. She gave off a moan here and there, so I knew she liked it. I started to kiss her stomach. I licked her belly button, sucking up the salty fluid that had accumulated in it. Then I moved her upper thighs, I licked them and the salty sweat tasted like heaven. Finally, I went in for the kill. I attacked the clit with a barrage of licks, sucking it, then blowing on it, giving her chills to the bone. At this point she was moaning pretty loud, and in a neighborhood where I have heard the neighbor’s. Every pit of passion he had was in that kiss. We made out for a while, he started pressing his hard penis into me. I began grinning into him. "I want you so bad baby." He moaned into my ear. "I know, I want you too." I whispered. Our phones began bussing. My dad was out front and his grandma was out back. Reluctantly I picked up the phone. "Yes. I'm on my way out." He just looked at me. "Sweetheart, I have to go." I whispered. He kissed me hard one last time and let me go. He stood there for. Morgan, at sixteen, is cute, but, she's my grand-daughter, and, therefore off limits.The problem is, Marnie, also sixteen, is damn cute, too. I can't help but look at her without entertaining the possibilities. Curly red hair, somewhat provocative dress, curves in all the right places, freckles and a sassy attitude to go along with it.Just last week, Morgan had called off school. Marnie came to the house, asking if she could spend the afternoon. She said she needed some help. I saw no reason.