On the day I saw the van, I'd been out playing football with some friends and was walking back to my house. As I reached my door, I glanced back and t...ere she was, standing talking to one of the removal guys. She must've been about 5'7, long blonde hair in a pony tail, curves in all the right places.It was summer time so she was wearing cut-off denim shorts and white vest top, her skin glistening a little from the hard work of moving. I paused at my door to take in the sight, and as I did, she. I felt a wide smile curly my lips as I reached out with trembling hands. Mmmmm! I could not help but moan softly as I grabbed her boobs. I could feel her soft skin beneath my fingers as I started squeezing them gently. Candy seemed to enjoy the attention, because a large smile was plastered across her face. Seeing this, I realized she would probably agree to an escalation. Can I see them&hellip, You know, all of them? I asked. The smile vanished from my friends face. Still, she nodded after. She relaxed her thighs a little to allow him to reach inside her thighs. He pressed a little and opened her thighs a little more and his pressure gave way easily and now her virgin pussy was visible.He could see that it was very moist and a little bit of moisture had also come on her thighs. He reach over to kiss her pussy lips and she suddenly turned towards him. His legs were towards her head and his hard pole was lying close to her face, and she was holding his pole and stroking it, holding. She tightens her muscles, preparing for release. And then …. he pulls away. She lets out a whimper, and tries to grind her legs together to generate enough friction to push her over the top. No good. Her budding orgasm starts to subside. ‘Please,’ she implores him. ‘Not yet.’ He unties her right wrist from the rail, and moves her around so that she is facing into the room. He then ties the wrist back into place, immobilizing her hand once again. He places his hands at the base of her neck,.