I got up and walked over to the double door that led into her room. I leaned my ear against it and heard 2 people talking. One was Lauren and the othe... had a bad German accent. It must be Jonas, but I couldn't hear them, just mumbling. I turned off the light in my room, and only the light from the fireplace gave a nice warm glow in the room. I opened the first door slowly without a sound. I heard them a bit better...“Thanks for bringing me back to my room, Jonas!”I listened carefully.“No. At a later time I was told it was very obvious and made her turned on and wet. I carried on working and got the job finished. By now she had got out and had come round to the drivers side. I had the door open and she had squatted down to she could look in. She was getting closer and smelt nice and sweat, a real nice summer smell. I could like right between her legs with her in that position which must have been her plan, making me think of her warm sweat smelling body in those tight jeans. I. My chest is 36 C, almost a D. My best friends call me curvy. My house sits on a rise and my backyard slopes downward. It gives me a great view over the fence to the building behind my house. The local fire station. I can see when the trucks come and go. I can see the firemen working out and when they decide to cook out all from my back patio doors. The firemen there are all so strong and built, I can’t help but watch them. They are so sexy. But there is one that keeps catching my eye. He seems. She shivered with arousal. His hands were on her gorgeous ass under her flared little girlie skirt, and his strong fingers probed along the thong in the crack of her ass approaching her dampness. She was aroused beyond belief.A loud knock came on the door. It was time to cut her birthday cake.That night Clarissa had learned an important lesson on how to control powerful men. She would get her own way in future years by offering and providing sexual favours to older men. Flirting came as second.