The last summer she lived with us, Jenny was really into tanning in our fenced backyard.The last summer she lived with us, Jenny was really into tanning in our fenced backyard. She let me lotion her back when the folks were out. Her old, black, one-piece suit evolved into as skimpy bikini, usually with the top untied. She now had much more skin that needed a coating of tanning oil. I happily volunteered for the job. I liked touching the back of her sexy frame, but I pushed it until I was actually rubbing the more interesting side. She didn't fight much. Jenny's firm, heavy, nicely tanned boobs were the first ones I ever touched. Did I get to fuck her? No, damn it! We never did anything. Not even a quick hand-job. I wanted it, and I think she did, too. We just didn't have the time to let it happen. While I was just entering college, she moved out west to live with some guy. Our reunion came after a long, tearful phone call that I received two months ago. Jenny said that everything had gone wrong. Her boyfriend turned out to be an asshole, and he had skipped out on her. Our parents said that she should move back with them. |