It’s what I want. And what she loves.I wash her hair and body in the shower. I lie naked on the bed, watching her. She doesn’t look at me. It’s ...ike I don’t exist anymore. She dries her hair and chooses a short, red backless dress with a plunging neckline in which she looks stunning. There’s no way she can wear a bra with it and anyway, doesn’t want to. No man will be able to resist her, and she knows it.She pulls on her stockings and a very brief pair of lilac knickers that always turns me on.. I push him back and step out of my shoes, and he follows suit. I bend to peel off my leggings and kick them to the side he pulls me up straight, but it is I who press him to the wall this time, my hands roughly running through his still damp hair, lips fused together again. His hands go to my bottom, pulling my short skirt up to my waist and sliding down under my panties, pulling them down as far as he can without bending, then using his foot to get them to the floor where I can step out of. She was sooooo sweet. She said how beautiful I was and stuff. I blushed and just said thank you really quiet.We bought all the stuff I picked out! And then we all went back to her house. We had dinner and I even had some wine! Shhhhhhh! Don't tell anyone!My mom said goodbye after a while and went home. So, Ms E and me were all alone in her house. She had such a cute little house. She had wallpaper with this really cool pattern, green and gold. And all this super comfy and cool looking. John stepped out from the trees and stood at the edge of the creek. “I think we could spare a few minutes and cool off,” I said as my hands began to wander self-consciously back up to my exposed breasts. “Don’t, you agree?” Having thought it over for all of two seconds, John took his hat off and put it on the ground. “That sounds real good,” he said. Within moments he was undressed and climbing into the water. My eyes never left him. My eyes never left him, and when he stood naked before me, I.