I kept fantasizing that she knows I'm out here and she's putting on a show for me. I know it isn't true, but it fuels my desire to touch her and have ...her touch me.One afternoon when we're alone, I head around the house because my sister has suggested we go for a swim. I'm in my swimsuit and want to get a quick look at her naked body before we get in the pool. By the time I get outside her window, she is down to her bra and panties. This happens quite often now, because I know how long I can. Tears fell from her eyes.“Do you want to be fucked now, Lisa, my slut?”“Yes. Please fuck me!”I had believed Lisa did not orgasm easily. In fact, sometimes I knew she faked it. This time, she was a hot, sweating, whimpering, squirming slut as I pounded her poor pussy unmercifully. She had at least four orgasms as she begged me to fuck her harder. I had her arms pinned above her head at the end, my legs trapping hers up and out as I rammed into her. She shrieked and arched, cumming one last time. She shook her head. "I'm not cold."Dave rubbed Cheyenne's shoulder. "Would you like to eat here, or would you like to go somewhere else?" well, I'm hungry, but I just want to be alone with you with no one else around. Is that possible?" She asked."Honey, anything's possible. Drive-thru and then my place?" I'll follow you. I don't want to leave my car." They both agreed on where to eat and what she wanted because he refused to let her buy her food. Once they arrived at Dave's single story. Julie shyly covered her breasts with one arm and covered her pubic mound with her other hand. ‘Now now, don’t be afraid. Sarah encouraged softly, pulling her arms away. ‘You have a beautiful body. You could easily be a swimsuit model or a porn star. Let’s have you try on some other outfits I have.’ She went to her closet and pulled out some lingerie. She tossed Julie a black g-string, a pair of black fishnet stockings and garter belts, a pair of pumps, a black lace bra, and a filmy black.