I used to date this girl named Valerie. We were both no younger than 18 and probably no older than She was drop dead gorgeous with a classic hourglass figure. Her skin was soft and pale and her hair was golden and silky smooth. Her breasts were perky and filled out large cups, whilst her waist tapered in, before flaring into graceful, sensual hips and a big, round ass. I remember one night I was going to take her to a movie.
The problem was, I wasn't expecting her to come in when she did. Usually, Carlotta arrived in the early afternoon, spent three or so hours cleaning, and then left. I had once again confiscated both a bra as well as a matching pair of my sister's panties, a tiger striped design that I found peculiarly sexy, and loved the feel of. I hadn't had the opportunity to do anything with them until now, as my sister had been hanging around, finally going off to do some shopping with mother.
I have no idea why I did it. Well, I kind of do. But it still.
We finally had a whole day off together and I had grand plans of a day wrapped around each other in bed, a tangle of sheets, bodies pressed up against each other, ignoring the rest of the world. So when you inform me that some of the guys are coming round for an afternoon in front of the TV I'm fuming. Not only does this mean I will be having to cook for everyone, but my hopes of a day of lazing, talking and fucking go out the window.