Not another teen

To not another teen reach out and touch a naked woman as she lay sleeping in the privacy of her own back yard. Had he been content to just look? Or did he lightly touch her ass, the ass that had been naked and not another teen defenseless to his gaze. Maybe touching her ass hadn't been enough for him. Maybe he had slid his hand down her ass and had felt her pussy while she slept. Maybe, in her sleep, feeling his hand snaking its way into her pussy, maybe she had opened her legs just a bit. A very natural reaction. Maybe she had opened her legs just a little and maybe he had

Thought that she was opening them for him. He was so young! He had probably not had a great deal of experience at this sort of thing. Maybe when her legs opened just a little, maybe he had slid a finger not another teen into her pussy. Maybe this boy had run his middle finger all the way up her cunt, and when he had, she had probably gotten moist between her legs.

Maybe she had been dreaming at that very moment about Phillip or maybe about the African, and maybe because of her dream, maybe she had gotten more than a little moist down there. Maybe she had gotten wet there. Gotten very, very, wet there. Maybe when he slid his hand into her pussy, she had gotten wet and started to react to his hand. Perhaps while his hand was in her cunt, and she was so wet, maybe she had started to fuck his hand and when she did, maybe he thought she was awake and he fingered her harder and faster and deeper and maybe, while he was doing all that to her, maybe, it was possible, maybe she had not another teen come on his hand. It was possible, she supposed, that she had come on his hand at the precise same not another teen moment that he had brought himself to a climax

And maybe no he thought that she was never asleep, but that she was just a slut. A slut that enjoyed turning on young boys by letting them come on her naked bottom while they finger fucked her to a screaming orgasm.

She pulled the robe around her and fastened the belt. It was a beautiful robe, delicately made of Irish lace. Black lace that showed her pink skin through the holes in the lace. Black lace that covered her body, except for all the places that could be seen through. Protected her fro the prying eyes of a world full of men who wanted to see her naked. They couldn't see much through this robe. Only a little piece of not another teen skin here and there. A nipple perhaps. A small patch of pussy. It was better, Kristi thought, then being naked!

"I'm sorry to wake you ma'am, but I'm from Tony's Market and I needed you to sign the ticket. I put the groceries in the kitchen for you, and I started to leave, but I was afraid that maybe something was wrong with you, and when you didn't answer me I was afraid maybe you was sick, or something. I really am sor..."

"It's alright. I needed to get up anyway. I guess I was just in a deep sleep. I really should apologize to you. I don't usually lay around the house naked like that. I hope I didn't upset you." Kristi was starting to warm up to this young boy. "At any rate, all's well that ends well, and I'd say this was a nice ending, wouldn't...


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