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"Hi," she said, glowing, "this must be your place. So; want these?" She was holding out three pieces of advertisement. "I usually leave them on your gate." Looking past him, she was getting her first peek of the secluded garden, his sanctuary, hidden from the street by a six-foot high wall guys lucky day . "Gee - - - nice place," she smiled again, eyes moving from his face to somewhere just below his waist. "I always wondered what yours looked like."
Of its own volition, Shawn's hand moved to his too-dry mouth, but he turned the gesture into purpose by wiping his face again. "Thanks," he said, sound of his voice surprising him, wondering if her remark had a double meaning. "Take a look if you want." Accepting the advertisements, he gestured toward the walkway. "There's a couple of birds - - - and the pond. I like jungles . . . "
Leaning to one side, she peered Big Tits past him as though reluctant to take another step. "You make all this yourself?" Shawn nodded, the wild latina girl sound of his heart in his ears so loud he was sure she could hear it when standing this close. "Gee, it's really nice," she smiled, tongue parting white teeth. "You an architect or something?"
"No; I just like working in my yard."
Her eyes were scanning the tangle of plants and trees, the corner aviary where two Macaws were munching seeds and fruit.
"It keeps me busy between working and sleeping," he offered, wishing he'd thought of something more interesting to say.
"Gee, it sure is pretty," she continued, each breath causing sweetly-curved girlish breasts beneath the thin cotton dress to swell enticingly, pronounced nipples impossible big tits tgp to conceal.
Wiping sweat from his eyes, now he was salivating, imagining taking those impudent nipples between his lips. Moving to one side, he gestured into the near jungle overgrowth.
"Go on - - - look around if you want. Go ahead - - - it's okay."
"Well . . . " she blushed, twisting apprehensively, "gee, I don't want to bother anyone."
"No one to bother," shrugged Shawn, feeling a trickle of sweat running down his back. "Just me."
Returning to his, her eyes measured BIG TITS him, moving up spanking tgp and down, slowing again somewhere below his belt. Shawn grew more edgy.
"Ah - - - sorry; I'm Shawn. Shawn Cain," he said, nodding toward the window. "I work at home; my office."
Now she was looking into his eyes again, hers large and set wide in a too-sensual face for such a young thing, this time her expression somewhat different.
"Anne Marie Summer," she said, the name sounding like music. Adorable smile flitting across absolutely large kissable lips, teeth so white they looked like an advertisement for a toothpaste-whitener, lips like pink pillows, no lipstick but almost berry-pink, full and pouty. "What do you do?" she smiled, toying with a long strand of hair streaked honey-blonde by sun, wetting large ripe teen lesbians lips with a broad lighter-pink tongue.
"Civil engineer," he shrugged again, "at least I try to act civil."
Turning away to keep her from seeing what was going through his mind, he suddenly wished he was better at small-talk. Sounds of footsteps followed his as Anne Marie Summer walked across the small footbridge over the pond.
"Gee, look at all the fish!" she gushed, bending over, hands on her knees. "How many are there?"
"I don't know," he shrugged, watching the rising hem of her white cotton dress. "I don't count any more since so many were born in there. Maybe a hundred now. Big Tits I'm not sure."
For a fleeting second he caught a lesbian pic glimpse of glossy pink satin between perfect tan thighs when a light breeze lifted the back of the short dress. She looked back, her expression making a sensation run up his spine like someone was tickling him. She reminded him of a girl he'd seen on MTV; Mandy Moore, except this teenager's hair wasn't that blonde. Anne Marie Summer was an absolute beauty.
"You go to school around here?" he asked, wishing he could think of anything sounding more interesting.
"Un-huh," she nodded, still fascinated with his yard, intrigued with the big birds in the corner. "Gee, Mr. Cain, this place is so pretty. I bet everyone says that, right?"
Shawn felt his cheeks redden, but nodded. "It keeps me from going insane."
She looked back at him, still measuring the man standing there amateurs gallery in his own environment, wondering if her decision to stop and chat was becoming what she'd hoped for, what she'd thought about for weeks. He was attractive now that she was closer, more attractive than she'd been able to see from a distance, nearsighted, but too vain to wear her glasses.
She's taller than she first appeared, he thought. Five feet three - - - maybe a little taller. He looked at her feet. White tennis with those little white-lace ankle-socks. Five-three in shoes.
"So - - - how old are you, Anne?" he massive cock asked, big tits instantly wanting to kick himself in the ass, wondering how the question had escaped his lips.
Something had changed in her persona; a titillating patina on what had at first appeared a sedate and modest personality.
"Old enough," she teased, light-pink tongue military fantasy darting between pillow-plump lips, its tip following the curve from corner to corner of a more than ample mouth
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