Der Stoff glitt über ihre seidige Haut, nahm das knappe T-Shirt in dem sie schlief mit über ihren knackigen Po, der nun blank in der Sonne lag. Noch...vor kurzem hätte sie sich geschämt auch nur bei offenen Vorhängen zu schlafen. Mittlerweile kribbelte ihre Fotze jedesmal, wenn sie sich vorstellte, wie der geile ältere Hengst von Gegenüber sie beobachtete und dabei heftig onanierte. Ihre Hand glitt zwischen ihre Beine, die Fingerspitzen die feinen Stoppeln ihrer sonst glatt rasierten Pflaume. He might as well have exclaimed, melodramatically, "ah, lost youth!" And he certainly played to the themes on Denise and my minds.Denise and I exchanged a silly grin when he wasn't looking, and almost in unison we both said something to the effect of "me neither."We broke into laughter at this and then there was a comfortable silence. Almost as if on cue, the door of den reopened and Lissa and Marie both trouped out, and positioned themselves standing in front of Denise."What's the joke?" asked. If they're lucky, you choose one or two to take home... But that happens less often than anyone would like."Rough talk had created pink spots on the woman's cheeks. "You don't mind if I speak plainly, do you?" I asked, knowing the answer."N-no!" she responded, weakly."Okay," I continued, "Let's talk about the approach." The approach?" The woman looked blank."Sure!" I replied. "I've already noted that nobody should just move in, so, obviously, there has to be an approach! Now if a guy sits. I didn’t care much. I just wanted to sleep. Just when I had drifted off to sleep, I felt his hand moving around my back, just like he was giving me a back rub. It felt kinda good, and I let him continue. Then he put his hand inside my shirt and was stroking his hands over my skin. Although I didn’t have much energy to respond, I just said, “Don’t put it inside”. He withdrew his hand from inside my shirt and continued the back-rub from the outside. I drifted off to sleep again. After a few.