Now backstory on Dalton and why I couldn't stand him. Besides being called 'the wall', Dalton was known as the town perv. On more then one occasion he... would get in trouble peeking through the gym, trying to see one of his classmates leaving the shower. He couldn't get a date though since he was always so awkward and pushy. Sex was all that was on his mind all the time, and it seemed like it was unavoidable that he would even oogle me (I developed early and 'the girls' just never seemed to want. But shadows filled the space now, shadows lanced with light pouring through the open doors. The light flowed past her and she followed its path to the wall where the illumination bloomed. There in its center a flower, a huge pink white Passion-Flower glowed from a painting glistening in its frame, the colors fresh and gleaming. At first Vivienne was startled by this appearance, this unfamiliar materialization within her realm. She studied the painting soberly, obviously the latest acquisition. .. but not enough to look like an extreme athlete. Her boobs were busty and pleasant - yet not so huge as to cause traffic accidents, pleasing D-cup handfuls. But the total package was a seductive girl-next-door charm with a dash of wannabe glam-model. She seemed more ... marriageable. Porn stars and Nympha had appearances that made a man howl with lust, filling him (and me) with a groin-tingling urge to ravish and mount them somewhere private, but not take home to meet any family. But somehow,. Katrina sits at one end and I sit facing her, lean my head back and close my eyes allowing the bubbles to caress my skin. After a few minutes I feel a foot creeping up my thigh and I hear a muffled giggle from the other side. I lift my head slightly and open just one eye to see Katrina grinning at me. Her foot creeps higher and higher until her toes are running up and down the length of my cock. I smile as my foot reaches out and seeks out her leg, and then slowly caresses the inside of her.