Still, Devon was the girl, besides his sister, that his mother cited as an example of a well brought up girl who wouldn't bother with anyone who didn'... respect her. That made her his number one priority right there."When and where?" said Devon who blushed prettily despite her bravado. Their flirting had never gone this far.Danny opened the door to his room and made a little bow. "After you," he said smiling."If you two want to be alone," said Heather, "I'll be in my room."Devon looked at. I then went up the short hall to check on her and peaked into her room. She was sprawled out on her bed with the covers pushed down and off the end of the bed. Lying in what must have been last year’s nightie that was way too small for her budding figure. It had ridden up along her petite frame and was only just covering her small mounds of breasts exposing a flat tummy of porcelain whiteness and a pair of small lacy panties. At 4'6” she was almost all legs with long dark brown hair down to her. † †She told us we were both crazy and NO she wasn't going to show them to either of us PERIOD.† We kept up the little banter about how nice a body she had and how it was strange that perfect strangers had seen her completely naked on the beaches of Jamaica and that a good a friend as Jack had been it was only fair that he should have a nice viewing. I had to agree with his arguments but she still told us NO>>> way..... That continued for another couple of glasses of champagne and then she said. Even bundled in a long ratty sweatshirt with the hood pulled over your head, I know it’s you. Can’t even describe the feeling that confirms it. It’s one of those things, like viewing a Rembrandt in a museum. You don’t need the card telling you who painter is. You just know. That’s how that shit works, right?I tap your shoulder and you jump, springing off the bench into a low crouch like you’re readying to fight tooth and nail, to the death, green eyes feral, angry. Sad. My monster growls,.