What can I say? I'm just funny that way.Well, Wanda finally got tired of my shit and decided to do something about it. Thursday is my bowling night. I...'m in the early league and we usually finish by seven. I have a few beers with the guys and I'm usually home by nine. When I got home the house was dark - dark and quiet. Not a normal state in my house. "Wanda? Wanda? Wanda, are you here?" "I'm in the bedroom" she hollered back. I put my bowling bag in the hall closet and headed for the bedroom.. I really do. Believe me. But knowing you're my step-daughter's friend, and knowing you're sixteen and I'm in my mid thirties." I know. I get it. I understand. I really liked what we were doing. It felt really good. I guess I was just curious. But it's okay." Jessica said.She climbed up off the bed, and started to move towards the door."Wait," I said.Jessica turned around and looked at me."What?" she said.I got up off the bed and walked up to her. She was standing up against the wall, near the. Get a grip!"Yes! Umm.. that would be fine. See you then". Click. The tension in my body had not been resolved, in fact, the phone call had made my pulse race even more. I guess I should get dressed... then I remembered, the washing! I had no underwear left, but it was a fine day and should dry quickly. So I heaved the load into the basket and stepped out the back door into the sunshine, walking carefully down the path to the line. I started pegging out the panties; black crotch less lace, tiger. Whynot?" Richard asked Susie in confusion as they approached Susie'smoderately substantial outdoor pool. It was well maintained; she'dfound time to set everything up or, more likely, she'd called someoneto do it for her. (Richard suddenly felt a pang of jealousy on thinkingthat a 'pool boy' was coming to Susie's house.)"Because today, that's not your swimsuit," she told him, putting on herimperious air. "This is your swimsuit." She picked up a long-sleeved,iridescent, blue-green leotard with.