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Suzie's Little S*ster 1 by loyalsock
Date: 4/23/2016, Categories: First Time Masturbation Author: loyalsock, Source: xHamster
... "Fresh" with her in his car one night and she called our Dad!" I wasn't surprised to hear that but it didn't make me feel any better. Maybe I was just attracted to the wrong kind of girls. I was standing there, feeling sorry for myself and looking at Suzanne's little s****r when she took a step closer to me. "So...you're heading home now?" "I...I don't know." was the idiotic answer I blurted out. It was beginning to dawn on me that Nancy was standing right next to me. If she had been buxom, her tits would have been poking me in the chest. Why should I head home now? Her eyes were locked on mine, looking for some kind of sign. Is this where I've been screwing up? I wondered. I finally decided to go for broke and put my arms around her waist. "I...I've got the Byrds album on my four track tape in the car Nancy." I told her. "Wanna listen to it?" Then her smile broadened and her teeth appeared! A smile that lit up the night! "Will...will anyone miss you? I don't want to..." "No, they're expecting you to drive away though so, let's get in the car." Nancy didn't wait for me to go open the door for her like her s****r usually did. She just jumped in and I fired up my '63 Impala and we cruised slowly down the suburban street. I didn't have to find the tape, I rarely listened to anything else back then. Nancy jabbered away about seeing Paul Revere and the Raiders at Topanga Plaza and I told her of seeing the Leaves down at ...
... the old Rendezvous Ballroom in Balboa. The conversation was flowing so easily. We both agreed that we loved Donovan but we thought the Turtles were...fat! Ha ha! We drove up Ventura Blvd. all the way into Hollywood and then we cruised the Sunset Strip. It was late now but the Strip was still jumping. We heard "Let Her Dance" as we drove past Pandora's Box near Crescent Heights and then we drove out past the residential part of Sunset. I pointed out where I thought "Deadman's curve" was and Nancy seemed fascinated. I took her up Beverly Glen to the house the Beatles had rented when they played the Hollywood Bowl and we both wished we could have been there when they were. We continued to talk as we drove up the Glen and the memory of the Ballet, great as it was, seemed so distant to me now. Somehow, I was riding with a girl who seemed to love all the same stuff I did. I didn't have to put on any airs with her. Even her little green shorts and top...so casual. It was like we were best friends. At Mullholland, I turned left and we drove along looking at all the lights of the San Fernando Valley down below. Nancy was sitting right next to me now on the bench seat of my Chevy. There was a dirt lot right next to a church along there and we pulled in. I left the key on because Nancy wanted to hear the Kinks new album. It wasn't exactly "Mood Music" you know? Not exactly Martin Denny's Quiet Village or anything, but It was what we both wanted to hear. I put my ...