I continue to seduce my friend's daughter, or do I?
When Beth came back, I was blown away. I wasn't sure what I'd been expecting, exactly, but I wasn't expecting what I got. I had instructed her, after our poolside fun, to get dressed in a tank top and thong. I suppose I thought an eighteen-year-old would have at least one thong, but I figured it would be more of a simple, cotton, no panty-lines, variety that wouldn't raise too many eyebrows...Read On