Her hand dragged mine slowly up her thigh. My fingers tingled as they stroked across the silky stocking adorning her thigh.Missy's hand left mine, all...wing mine to roam up and down her thigh as we drove toward her house. As I pulled into her driveway, she grasped my hand and pulled it even farther up her thigh. I could feel the damp heat as my hand brushed against her silky panties.Missy's eyes were focused on mine. I watched as they grew wide when we brushed against her panties. And then she. I’d left home and rented a room in a house in Coseley, in the West Midlands. The couple who owned the house had a daughter, Noreen. She was around the same age as me and we soon started going out together. One particular day I was off sick from my job, Noreen was at work, but dinner time she came home to see how I was. I was in bed and she came up to my room and sat on the side of the bed. Up until then nothing sexual had happened between us, not that I hadn’t tried, and I don’t think she. Fir ek din jab mai ghar par bore ho raha tha to maine socha unse milne chala javu. Fir maine unko call kiya or humne ek dusre ko hello kiya or usne mujhe puchha ki kis kaam k liye call kiya to maine unko bataya ki mujhe maths mai problem aa rahi hai to vo solve karni hai to usne mujhe unke ghar bulaya or unke ghar ka addres diya. Jab main unke ghar pahucha or jaise hi maine dooor bell bajayi to usne darvaja khola or main chowk gaya kyuki usne us waqt tight t-shirt or shorty pahni hui thi. To. She had long brown hair that went a good 3 inches past her shoulders. She wore skinny jeans and a pink, short sleeve shirt that clung tightly to her skin and showed the shape of her body amazingly. Being October she would soon start to sport one of my older sweat shirts that were just a little too big on her, but she didn’t care. Her back pack was slung over one shoulder and as she climbed in she set it at her feet.“Hey, sweetie,” she said as she leaned and kissed me on the lips. I could taste.