I was only to glad to cup those beautiful tits, feeling the nipples go hard and pointy against my palms. As I gently squeezed them and lifted them and... continued to lick the juncture of her neck and shoulder she rubbed her ass back into my cock.Now I'm not John Henry the steel drivin' man, but I do have eight inches of hard, smooth cock with a relatively big head on it. Right now that cock was drooling precum into my gym shorts and I was loosing perspective fast.I unbuttoned her blouse, undid. M...G! I loved the way it felt and I kept them shaved all winter. Ialso sometimes would go to a grocery store and buy a couple of bottles ofNair. Then I would go home and within minutes I would be bald as a babyfrom the eyebrows down. The only problem was that I had to stop around theend of February so that all my leg and body hair would grow out by thetime it got warm.The fall of my senior year, things began to change. It had started to getcool again and it was jeans and sweater weather. After. She called me at work to invite me to the theatre and dinner. We settled on my meeting her at her place and then taking a cab. The tickets were for Friday night and it was a given that I would stay over at her penthouse. At least it was a given for Michelle. Who was I to fight it? I'd take an overnight bag with a change for Saturday and a backup for Sunday.The play, a well-worn Agatha Christie mystery, was a delight. The actors, if not British, certainly had their parts down pat in the. No matter how depraved, no matter how bestial… Again, let me remind you of the ‘irony’ of my existence. I can never again know satisfaction, but I can have whoever I want… So who do I want tonight, as I hide here in the wine cellar of my greatest enemy? As I hide underneath von Gelding’s very house, as he scours the countryside in search of my walking carcass? Who I want… and who I shall surely have… is his daughter, Greta… who sleeps unsuspectingly in her room, in the house above me. I must.