He stepped back and I stood up and closed the door. I decided to wear a short skit and shirt that exposed my stomach to try and remind Ryan of all the skin he saw earlier. The evening passed as it normally does with all of us having dinner, and then sitting down in front of the TV. My parents sat on the couch together while Ryan and I sat opposite of each other in chairs. Small smiles passed between Ryan and I throughout the evening and my mom took notice. My dad got up and headed to the kitchen to make a bowl of popcorn. As he walked past me I caught Ryan’s eye and spread my legs a bit. He looked down saw I was wearing the white cotton panties I used to clean up his cum from my floor. He immediately stood up and headed for the stairs calling over his shoulder that he was going to turn in early. I smiled at his back as he walked away and mom slid over to me. What was all that about. I told her about him watching me change last night and masturbating when he got back to his room. Then. Perhaps it’s the free flowing alcohol in the city, the air from the river, the simple charming beauty of the promenade or just the reputation of the city but there is something to there that opens hearts and spreads ankles.Case in point, it was when I was taking my usual detour from the riverside to my big-for-New-Orleans but objectively tiny Royal Street apartment tht I met Leyla. I should say, I spied her. I’ve always had a thing for redheads and my god was she a specimen. Hair the color of the sun the morning before a storm, skin like milk and tits that looked like they could feed an army of starving c***dren. Best of all, she was sitting in a just-above-her-knees floral print dress that could be mistaken for modest but showed off her plentiful assets, smiling unabashedly as she read. This, gentlemen (and I use the term ironically), is a dream girl.I rode my 250cc motorcycle up to beside the bench where the ass I was begging to be as firm as her tits looked soft was sat and asked.
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