So trust her I did, and I left the bar and got in her car with her. She took me to her home. As she let us in, I remarked that if she was hooker, she ...was doing really well. She led me into the living room and told me to sit as she fixed us some drinks. As she brought them to the couch, handing me one, she finally asked, “So how old are you really?”“Seventeen today,” I informed her proudly.She gave a low whistle and gave me a grave look. Then she thought better of what she was thinking and said,. . completely comfortable with the fact that I was slipping my fingers under that strap, just inches from her breast.Sam was a 38D. She was completely ready to go out into the world, have triplets and have plenty of warm, yummy milk left over for somebody else's babies.And I was sliding the back of my fingers across hot, smooth skin that was part of one of those breasts.And her parents didn't care!Of course now I understand that I was virtually miles away from the good parts of those impressive. "Okay. So who goes first?" Um, you can. Let me grab a shirt for you to use," I said, hopping offthe couch I went into my bedroom, grabbed a shirt out of closet andbrought it back into the living room.Vanessa had already out the amulet on when I returned."Just a shirt? I don't think my clothes will fit me if I change." Shesaid. I hadn't thought of that."Right. Hang on, I'll go grab some more clothes." I started heading backto my room but Vanessa stopped me."Don't. I mean, we're about to have sex. In that near sleep / awake state I could hear something, but what? I opened my eyes and standing no more than ten feet away was my stranger from the path jacking off a good sized cock. He saw me look at him and when we saw each other we both jumped and tried to cover up – with little success. I was the first to speak and asked him what he was doing – stupid I know because I saw what he was doing. He was very polite and explained that he saw how I was jogging – my attire and decided to.