But I think I prefer you as my pussy-eating boy-toy rather than my fashion critic.” “I can’t do both?” “Not at the same time.” I laughed. ...“Valid point! Are you going to take off those hot, wet pants, or am I going to have to chew my way through them?” She laughed as she climbed off of me. “Take them off, definitely! I kind of like ‘em, don’t you?” “Very much… all the more since they were free.” Kicking her heels off, she stuck her tongue out at me as she unbuttoned her jeans and began to wiggle. I was gentle and let her lead at her pace. Why did she want me? She was thirty years my junior and gorgeous. Together, we pulled her t-shirt over her head. Her breasts were perfect. Small C's with silver dollar areola. Dark pink with tiny nipples right in the center. Same color. Nary a blemish. They looked like two blonde brownies God had just taken out of the oven to cool. She led me to the bedroom and opened the drawer of the nightstand. She grabbed a condom from a bowl that held a. People say we look alike, but we really don't. Terri's far better looking than me, with slightly wider hips and slightly larger breasts. She's also really in shape, since, like me, she has always liked sports. We both have red hair and green eyes, although hers are a brighter shade than mine. I have no idea what she looked like naked, since, unlike her, I knock when I enter a room."Okay," she said, "I won't tell Dad until after Christmas. Unless you tell me what happened. Then I won't tell. You were attempting to steal pantyhose and I’ve told you over and over not to do it. I’m really pissed and disappointed.” Quickly I shot back, “He gave them to me quite a while ago. Well before we made our agreement. They didn’t even fit me when he gave them to me.” “What do you mean by that?” “I was a lot younger when he gave them to me and he made me promise not to reveal that he gave them to me because he said he knew you and Mom would not like it.” “You know what, it isn’t so much that he.