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One Sunday my parents were going to visit my brother and his family out of town. I decided to stay home, and Mom made me some sandwiches and put them in the fridge. I wanted to take advantage of having the house to myself. I made myself a pitcher of Long Island ice tea, grabbed my book, and went korean girls nude to catch some sun.
I had been out there for a while when Stella appeared from around the corner of the house.
"Hey, there you are. No wonder nobody answered the door when I rang."
Stella was nineteen, a year older than me. We'd lived next door to each other and grown up together. As babes we'd often played together, but over the years we had drifted apart. The age difference, slight as it was, meant we were never in latin girls nude same class. She had just finished her second year at the local college, whereas I had just returned from my first year away at university.
Since running into each other at the student summer employment center a few weeks back, we'd been spending some of our jointly unemployed time getting reacquainted.
"Sorry. Mom and Dad when out for the day so I've been enjoying having the house to myself."
"Oh." She paused. "Did you want me to leave?"
"No, no. I'd like to have you here. I just didn't want to spend the day being chased around by my nephew," I said. "Do you want some iced tea?"
"Sure. Don't get up, I can get a glass for myself," and she went into the house.
I lay back again and started reading some more. Stella reappeared, japanese nude girls now she looked different. She had taken off the tee shirt that she had arrived live nude girls and now was wearing a yellow bikini top. |