Ford left for me on the kitchen island.I swear I was on my way out the door. But I couldn't do it. I was certain he wouldn't miss a couple of books. I... would return them next week and he'd never know the difference. I ran back upstairs and picked out two interesting titles from the box. I hid them in my bag and left quickly, locking up with my key.I guess I should tell you something about myself. As I said, I just turned nineteen. I was living with my mother until a couple of months ago when I. Reaching for the shower gel, I let the slippery soap bubbles run down my body, trailing from my shoulders to my breasts and down to my pussy. As I ran my hands over my body gently caressing the skin, I closed my eyes imagining they were Jessica’s hands and that she was standing naked in the shower with me. I slid my right hand down to my pussy, allowed my fingers to linger on the slightly parted outer lips, and let my middle finger gently rub the nub of my clit. I touched my nipples with my. She asked me to freshen-up while she will arrange the bed and change. I freshened-up and came to see that she has changed into a cotton pink night suit ( pyjama and shirt). I also saw the presence of additional bra and panty on the bed which earlier was not there. I looked at them while she picked them up casually and told me to feel at home. She lied down on the mattress and I settled on the arm-chair.She immediately told me to share the mattress as the chair won’t be comfortable for the whole. I felt her leg swing over mine, with her thigh squeezing mine as her knee slid between my legs. Do I just lie there and enjoy this? Do I respond in kind? Do I just fall back into the clutch of sleep? Or do I follow the lead of that one part of my body that was now fully awake and changing the shape of the boxers I had stripped down to before lying down? And then there was this one last question nagging me back to consciousness. ‘Who are you?’ I was a college freshman. I had no steady.