They didn't have any k**s, and their house was empty of anything to amuse me. They had a TV, but there wasn't much on after school for teenagers. Fort...nately I liked to read, and sometimes I had homework that I could do.Still, I liked them. Bob was a nice guy, but Laura was especially nice to me, maybe because she didn't have any k**s. I liked her because she liked me, but also because in the way of most 18-year-olds, I enjoyed looking at her in sexual terms. I had a girlfriend, but that didn't. When I left my room I saw a very nice black room coming from down the hall. She was coming from the same direction of the direction of Jay’s room. Me being a innocent I did not think anything about the coincidence.Again I spent the elevator ride making small talk. All though she seemed to know more about me than would be normal. She was not dressed in any more revealing than would be normal. When we exited the elevator I was entranced by the sway of her hips. There was something about them that. She sucked more and just as her mouth was getting tired as if he could tell he pulled her off. She could see his cock dripping with her saliva. It was so big the tip was purple with blood and huge. He gently laid her on the soft sandy shore. She lay on her back, he knelt down in front of her. He took her left leg in his strong hand and lifted it up kissing the underside of her knee. How could he fucking know that was one of her favorite spots? The shivers came again. He kissed her calves and. And yes, there was Cheryl. Looking at me in that way she has, for several seconds, until I was so nervous I was unable to hold her gaze. "What the fuck are you doing wearing clothes?" were her first words.I think I trembled in panic. Her look brooked no nonsense, yet we were standing there with my front door open to the corridor. Her voice was loud enough that neighbors might well have heard it. I thought for just a second, then pulled them off as fast as I could.She deliberately remained.