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Pink Mini

I couldn’t help myself. I just had to take a long slow look at her sexy little ass, half-covered as it was by her thin, pink mini-skirt. Her white thong panties were only just visible in a little bulge over her cunt. Her cute cheeks pouted below the skirt which must have ridden up as she slipped down the sofa. She was d***k of course. It was what all teenage girls seemed to do every Saturday night. Lying in bed reading I’d heard her come in at around 1.30 in the morning; a couple of hours earlier than usual, and like you do as a responsible adult I listened for the tread on the stairs and the quiet closing of her bedroom door. But tonight I’d just heard her come in and go into the lounge and then nothing more. After a few minutes I had to go down to see if she was OK. I found her kneeling half on and half off the sofa with her head on her hands in a deep d***ken sl**p. “Mel, are you OK?” I whispered quietly. There was no response. I moved a little closer and asked again; still no response. I reached out and touched her shoulder gently and although she sighed and moved a little she didn’t wake up. In moving she’d settled back a little and her pink mini had ridden a little further up exposing more of her cheeks. I could now see the point where her thong started to open out into the vee of their waistband. My cock stirred in my shorts as I looked at her perfect little ass. I often watched her 17-year old body when she walked around the house or climbed the stairs in front of ...

... me. I’d always wondered just what she’d look like naked and this was the closest I was ever likely to get. OK, I felt a little sleazy but it wasn’t as if she was my daughter. Mel was my girlfriend’s daughter and my girlfriend worked nights sometimes. So I was alone in the house with a half-naked d***ken teenage girl. Just looking won’t hurt I told myself. It’s amazing what half-truths you can believe when you want to. I touched her shoulder again and still got no response. Then I very gently stroked her long hair and she sighed again, wriggled a little and settled again into deep sl**p. Again I stroked her hair moving my hand slowly down until I reached her lower back. Like a cat she instinctively pushed her waist down and her hips upwards. Now her skirt had ridden up a little more showing nearly all her panties. Looking carefully I could see they were little more than two bits of string and some thin cotton. I knelt behind her and bent down to look closely at her cheeks and the little fabric covered bulge between her legs. I was overcome by the nearness of her perfect ass and by something else too. As I moved closer I could detect a very subtle female aroma, faint but definitely there. The musk of her teenage pussy was too much to resist, I had to bend further until my face was almost touching her body. And there between her legs the thin material of her panties was faintly damp, just where the outlines of her pussy lips separated. My cock was now pretty hard and I had to give ...