Little Twitch Down The Street

Little Twitch Down The Street

What a fucking tease!

That fourteen-year-old little tease loves to strut her stuff for me. Today Amanda was wearing a bra that made her big tits stick straight out in that tight short white sweater. The sweater was form fitting around each of her breasts enhancing them nicely. Her ultra low raise blue jean mini skirt showed a whole lot of skin below her bellybutton. I swear that it was low enough to show pubic hair if she hadn’t shaved it. Plus that micro mini skirt just barely covered her panties. It couldn’t have been more than six or eight inches long all together. To top it off Amanda was wearing those platform shoes that make her two or three inches taller and the high heels in the back stretched her calves nicely and pronounced her fine ass even better. Amanda had naturally curly blonde hair to her waist and bright blue eyes. She was a fucking walking wet dream and she knew it too. She was also teasing the hell out of me and she knew that too.

I went in the house and rubbed my crotch into my wife’s ass while she was doing the dishes. I reached around and played with her tits too and she didn’t even try to stop me.

My wife asked, “Was it the little twitch down the street again?”

I said, “Yes it was damn it! Will you fix my problem honey?”

My wife laughed and dried her hands and led me up to our bedroom. She asked, “Do you just want a quickie or do I have I get all the way undressed?”

I said, “I’ll take a quickie if you don’t mind, then the real thing later!”

My wife smiled, dropped her pants and panties to her knees, and bent over for me. As she held onto the foot of the bed I drove her from behind. There was no need to warm her up or even to give her an orgasm. This was a pity fuck. It was one of many pity fucks in the past few weeks. All because of that little twitch Amanda down the street.

After I finished my wife just pulled her panties back up and pulled her pants up too. She kissed me and went back to her dishes. She left me standing there with my pants and underwear down to my ankles. She gave me a little teasing giggle as she walked away.

When I got downstairs I heard me wife out on the front porch. She was talking to Amanda. She was inviting her in for a cup of tea and some cookies. Amanda accepted her offer and followed her into the house. She traipsed her right into the living room and told her to have a seat while she fixed the tea. Amanda sat down where my wife had pointed. It was directly across from me. My chair is pretty low and when she sat down on the couch I could see her bright green panties. She seemed to try to keep her knees together but every now and then they seemed to separate all on their own. My wife came in and said that the water was on and asked Amanda’s preference for tea.

The girls talked and my wife told Amanda how much she liked her outfit. They talked about where to purchase such clothing. Then the teakettle started to whistle and my wife left us there together again. I just seemed to be captivated by Amanda’s panties and she kept giving me little glances every now and then.

My wife returned shortly with a tray.