I walked over to Paul and Monica who where stood there laughing with Paul’s hand on her arse it must be catching I thought, As I joined them Paul mo...ed his hand, I said Carl is smashed in the kitchen he felt my arse and my tits the cheeky bastard, Monica said think yourself lucky you haven’t got a zip down the front of your costume, she told us when she went in he felt her arse, but when she’d done the drinks and turned round one in both hand he’d pulled the zip down on the front of her costume. I enjoyed talking with her, but she was kind of quiet and reserved.Karen, on the other hand was outgoing, and full of life and good spirits. I found her personality refreshing, at least since we had put our one fight behind us. Aside from having a great body, Karen had done enough with me, in the balcony, and on the walk home, to give me hope that she would allow me some freedom to experiment with her. She had already let me keep my hand on her breasts for a few seconds, and that was on our. Her face was glowing. Not a blemish to be seen.I held her hands in mine and kind of swung back so I could take a look at her. There is a time in a young girl's life where she is ripe. Just like a peach on the tree, ready to burst, she's ready to be picked. It almost hurts to look at a woman who has reached this point. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I could also feel my prick pounding in my shorts, almost like our old dog used to, pulling against the leash trying to get to that fire. The girl next door bombshell, the type of girl guys fantasized aboutdaily in highschool or at their office. That perfect, petite women who just reminds you that there is good in the world. She was 17 years old, 5'4", 110 pounds, perfect, firm, full C breasts, slightly longer than shoulder length wavy brown hair, and ass that would have you salivating at your first glance. It was as if someone had taken the perfect super model and shrunk her to a petite 5'4". My sister was having a house.