“It’s OK, if we hear the floorboards squeak upstairsI’ve undone the patio doors, you can be out in secondsand I’ve got a drink... here as my excuse for being down,I can’t sleep you know.”I tried not to giggle, as Sean held my face in hishands, his eyes reflecting the light a little“And if your dad catches his 16yr old daughter with aboy in here?”“He won’t, I’ve told you. We’re safe as houses” I putmy hands on his. Sharon Schlotzsky was smart, but she was also the girl in high school "with the tits". Her tremendous whoppers had earned her the locker room nickname "Sharon Stackedsky", or just "Stackedsky." But stacked she was. At the ripe age of 18 she was already wearing a 38 DDD bra. She had long blond hair, a slim waist, and an ass so tight if you bounced a quarter of it, it probably would have bounced ten more times. As one would guess, she was a cheerleader, and dated the starting high school. I was dumbstruck listen that sweet and melodious voice. It’s me. Rashi, jitni tum sundar ho, tumhari aawaz bhi utni hi acchi hai (your voice is as sweet as you, yourself are) huh, where did that came from.So, Mr. Fattu has finally gained some courage and laughed. That voice and her face, flashing in my eyes, made me go crazy for her. Now about her and she was a girl with milky white complexion. Long and smooth hair long legs and assets which can make any guy go head over heels for her over on. " I got up and started to turn down the hall toward the stairs. "Hey. Were you born in a barn? Put some shorts on at least."Well, she had a point. I went back in her room and picked my gym shorts off the floor. There was no way they were going to be good for anything until they were washed. I threw them in the hamper and grabbed another pair from my dresser. I walked down to go in her room but Les had already left.I walked downstairs, and there she was in the kitchen. She still had her robe on,.