Her muscles were evident, but not overwhelming like that of a body builder. Her pussy was entirely bare of any kind of hair. Her moist pink lips were ...uffy and I just longed to be able to touch or lick them. Every time Leah would look up I would look back at the tv and try to pretend that I was engrossed in the program on the boob tube. Eventually she was dressed in a pair of tight shorts, an even tighter tank top sans a bra. She took her towel and began drying her hair as she sat on her bed. . ’ Now, I haven’t been with a woman since Patty left me, well, that isn’t entirely true, but I wouldn’t count that one time with a hooker. It’s been like, three years, so I’m thinking really hard. I say, ‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ And she says, ‘Yeah, you’re a nice guy and I think you deserve it.’ ‘No,’ I tell her, ‘it isn’t about whether I deserve it or not.’ So she rethinks her statement. ‘You’re a nice guy and I’m really horny,’ she tells me. So… So I take her to the bathroom and. Anyway, I was pretty tipsy and was dancing away when I caught they eye of a girl at the bar, she was stunning. 5ft 8, long dark legs, dark hair down her back, nice tanned skin, dark eyes, plump lips and an amazing pair of tits that were almost busting out of her little white dress, which clung to her figure like lycra. She was out with some of her friends who were also sexy but she was stand out and my head wasn't the only one that was turning. I saw one of my friends approach her and begin to. "Oh well when you see him can you tell him to give me a call." "Now hold on Trevor, Wally might be gone but I know Sara would like to see you." Sara Markham was Wallace's younger sister. She always hovered around them in the younger days and was always a pain. "She here?" Trevor asked. "No she's at school but she should be home soon." "I guess I could wait." Trevor said with a grin. Inside Trevor felt as if he had been pulled back in time, same carpet, same furniture even the smell of Chocolate.