Dark strands of pitch hung limply against her face, oily tendrils clinging to her brow. Hollowed cheeks, gaunt frame spoke of iron control and wild he...lplessness, the faint taste of bile lingered at the back of her throat. Beauty was fickle, the slender frame now skeletal, ravaged by years of starvation and her skin sagged on her dejectedly, the lines that burrowed into her brow premature. Rumpled clothing, the kind that one bought in the attempt to feign wealth, in cut that nearly draped. As I opened the door, there was Tiffany, sitting at my desk in front of my laptop, watching her friends in my sister's room. She turned to me, and said, "Hi, Billy."Oh, crap. Busted, busted. She got up and walked right past me to the door which she swung shut as she flipped on the light switch. She had her shirt on and I could also see the bottom of her panties but the shirt's first few buttons were open.Her hands went up and began unbuttoning the rest of her shirt which she then held wide. I rubbed his thigh. And held his hand on my leg when it lingered there - and moved it up to a more comfortable spot.... and of course I threw all that slyness out the window and just rubbed his cock through his pants.We both pretended to watch the movie as our hands fumbled with each others pants. It was not crowded, but there were enough people sitting close to us that we couldn't just go crazy right there. And that was part of the excitement. Trying to unbuckle a belt without it clanking and. After towelling down he applied some body lotion which he loved rubbing in and, which, apart from smelling nice, always left his skin feeling particularly silky. He was already sporting a semi just at the thought of what was waiting for him.Twelve minutes later he opened the bedroom door ajar and asked if she was ready and was a bit surprised and intrigued by the reply."Yes, but don't just come charging in... get on your knees, keep your eyes to the floor and then crawl in here and over to.