I was thinking that this was a dream: no guy could be so perfect and know everything that turns me on. Anyway, I digress…I looked at him, a devilish... smile on my face as I picked up an ice cube and looked at his hard erection. His manhood was pleasing to the eye, not only hard but big as well, just perfect. It nestled in a nice patch of dark hair and I was spellbound by the view.With the ice cube in my left hand, I stroked his shaft very slowly, up and down, up and down, followed by my hot. And how hot she was now. Then suddenly, wouldnt you know it, the door bangs open and I jump, pushing my cock back into my boxers and pulling up my pants. Katie was standing at the door, wearing a long, oversized t-shirt. I stared at her as she stared at me. Wow she looked hot. I could see through the thin cotton of her shirt, seeing she wasnt wearing a bra. I could see her beautiful breasts. I think she noticed I was staring at her so she walked up to me and partially closed the door. Look. She took a shower every morning and a bubble bath every night. Her fingernails and her toenails were impeccable without blemish.Her hair was admittedly magnificent and a tribute to the one hundred strokes administered by one of her adoring school mates each and every day. Her best friend Agatha kept her tiny ginger bush neatly trimmed with the special little scissors that she kept hidden inside her school uniform and sometimes caressed lovingly because it was so familiar with Anne's magic. I was lucky, I had inherited my mothers colouring and my father mane ofdark hair, teamed with blue eyes, I had been described as a perfectlybeautiful child. Not a handsome boy, a beautiful child! What with myslender build I suppose I was slightly androgynous in appearance which Ihave to say in later years became something I adored. After she hadmoisturised, should would start applying her make up. I would sitthere, entranced more and more with every brush stroke and applicationof colour. .