The shop owners son hovered over my shoulder to help, should I have problems and as we chatted, the images on the screen were right out of xHamster's ...'Girls in stockings'His eyes widened as images of me clad in nets and a broad smile flashed across the screen, nothing hidden, bare bum held high and wet pussy, so obvious, thanks hubby, at least 20 X-rated images, automatically transferred onto his hard drive.Thank God we were the only ones in the shop as the snow was falling hard outside, this. "Tiffany! Thank you so much for letting me come over, I've had the worst day." "No problem, come on in. I have coffee and cookies, and let’s hear all about it." She walks in and heads straight for the kitchen. She plops in a chair and I bring her a coffee with milk, and two chocolate chips cookies. I sit in the chair beside her, hoping it will soak up any remaining juice, and she starts into a long rant about her boss and how he's treating her. "He makes me feel like a piece of meat and that's. By now he had a full erection, he was every bit as hard and large as he was last night in my mouth, and he was pointing direct to the ceiling. Kneeling in front of me, he opened my robe and began to place his hands inside my lower thighs. I stopped him, held his hands, and asked, “what are you doing?”“I want to see something. If you do not react to me the way I react to you, I will agree to leave you alone. But I think I have the same effect on you that you do on me.” I do not know why, but I. His family moved into a new house down the block the summer after third grade. I was a tomboy. I loved to ride my bike to the schoolyard to play on the swings, seesaws, and sliding board with the neighborhood boys. Sometimes, wed play cowboys and Indians on the vacant lots in our development. Nobody thought anything of it a me, a girl, playing with a bunch of boys. We were kids. I didnt care about the differences between a boys body and mine. I knew they could stand up to pee, and I knew why..