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This is one of my many fantasies from my youth. Part of this story has a little bit of truth in it but my fantasy is much hotter and nastier than what really happened. I was eighteen and had just graduated high school, going to college in the fall. My friend Carrie had invited me and Jennifer over for a sleep over. Carrie and I had been friends since middle school. We were close friends in middle school but in high school I discovered boys and we grew apart. Carrie is a sweet girl but didn’t have a lot of close friends. Jenny was also a friend from our middle school days. The three of us had had several sleep overs but Jenny, like Carrie, hadn’t been as close in high school. The plan was for pizza and a movie, probably the last time we would get together till our class reunion. At first I thought it would be fun but I was starting to dread the whole thing fearing it would be very boring. As I got ready to go I put my hair up in pig tails. I thought to myself, if we are going to have a slumber party I may as well look the part. Even my mom commented that I looked adorable in my pig tails; she said I looked like a little kid again. I guess not the slut look she would complain about. Carrie’s mom, Chris (Mrs. Sampson to me) met me at the door. She took my sleeping bag and welcomed me to their home. I had met Mrs. Sampson a few times mostly during car pools. She also commented how cute I looked in my pig tails, perfect for a slumber party. Mrs. Simpson took my things down to their basement where we would be sleeping. Mr. Sampson, Paul, came up and introduced himself.I was a little surprised that I şişli escort had never met Mr. Sampson. He was tall about 6’ 2” and he was good looking. Mrs. Sampson had let herself go, gaining some weight but not Mr. Sampson, (Paul as he asked me to call him) he clearly worked out and was in good shape. Paul also commented on how cute I was looking but his tone was a little different than his wife’s. As I walked down to the basement I would have sworn he was checking out my ass. We put our things out in the basement and Jenny suggested that put our jammies on to make it a real slumber party. I protested a little that it was too early, but I relented. I was a little concerned because I had brought only a night shirt to sleep in and forgot to bring shorts to wear underneath. My panties while not a thong, but they did little more than barley cover my ass. I decided it would be okay; it was just going to be us girls. The pizza arrived and Carrie’s parents joined us in the kitchen to eat. As we ate, I couldn’t help but notice that Mr. Simpson, Paul, kept looking at me. He would turn away when I would catch his eye; he was definitely checking me out. He tried to be subtle but he was obviously into me. He kept turning the conversation to me, asking me where I was going to college and if I had boyfriends. Mrs. Simpson seemed to be annoyed with all the attention he was paying me. Every time I called him Mr. Simpson, he would correct me that is was Paul. Mrs. Simpson’s annoyance fueled me to encourage him on. I started playing off the attention that Mr. Simpson, who I was now calling Paul, was mecidiyeköy escort paying me. I used my little girl giggle and was flipping my pig tails around as we talked. I asked Paul how he kept is such good shape. It was Paul who was giggling now. “You think I’m in good shape?” he asked. Oh yeah, Carrie’s got a hot dad,” I said. Mrs. Simpson was really getting pissed now. Carrie didn’t help matters when she asked her mom why she didn’t work out. The tension was getting thick when Paul turned the conversation to the plans for the rest of the night. Paul was asking what movie we were going to watch, Jenny had picked out a corny comedy that was rated R. Paul said that was a classic that he hadn’t seen in a while. I chimed in that he should watch it with us. I could tell by Mrs. Simpson’s reaction that she wasn’t happy. She tried to talk him out of it, but Carrie told him that it would be great to have him watch the movie with us. Mrs. Simpson clearly mad, said she was tired and going to bed. Paul said he would get the popcorn going while the girls got the blankets and the movie ready. I offered to get the drinks. Paul said he would love to help me. I got the drink orders and went into the kitchen where Paul was popping the corn. Paul made small talk and kept stealing looks at me every chance he got. I was actually getting horny with Carries dad flirting with me and staring at my ass. My devious side was kicking in. I knocked some paper plates off the table and then bent over to pick them up. I made sure my night shirt was up so my pantie covered ass was pointing right at Paul. I gave it a little shake knowing he was looking at me. I stood up and with my cutest little girl voice, “Oh sorry, was I mooning you.” I said that halfheartedly, pulling down my night shirt. Knowing that by pulling down of the night shirt was showing some of my cleavage. Paul, knowing he had been caught said, “You don’t need to apologize for that. Sorry I was staring.” I giggled in my little girl voice again looking at my barely covered ass, “Oh my you almost got a full moon. I would hate for you to see that,” wiggling my ass at him. Paul just smiled and said, “I would hate to see that.” Paul sat on the couch and I took a spot on the floor in front of him on a blanket. At first I was sitting up like the other girls, but as the lights went down I put my pillow in front of me to lie down. My barley covered ass was pointing right up at Paul. I shifted around till I could feel that my night shirt had crept up over my ass. I made an obvious move to pull my night shirt up even farther and adjust my panties that covering my crack and pussy. In no time my legs were spread to the point I was sure that Paul could see the outline of my pussy. I really wanted to turn around to see if Paul was hard or even stroking himself but I didn’t. Every once in a while I would pat my ass cheeks or even rub my pussy. As the movie ended I announced that I needed something to drink and was heading to the kitchen. Paul quickly announced that he needed something too. In the kitchen, I moved close to Paul whispering, “Mr. Simpson did you enjoy the show?” This was my sexiest whisper, not my little girl voice. “Please it’s Paul, and yes I loved the movie, it was very hot from where I was sitting. I haven’t seen anything like that in a long time!” Paul said, both of us knowing exactly what he meant.
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