"I'm going to get a beer." She says, standing up and walking across the room. My eyes are on her panty-clad ass and I'm adjusting my c**k as she turns around and says, "You want anything?" I swear she's staring right at my c**k when she says it, standing there with her n*****s pointing at me through her flimsy tank top and her blonde pubic hair barely visible through her panties. Yes I want something, I think, but don't say. Instead, I just stammer.
"Yeah, I'll, uh have a beer. Thanks." She smiles and heads into the kitchen. Nothing else happens the rest of the evening except I watch her more than I watch the movie and the bulge in my pants is as obvious as the bumps on her top.
The following weekend Karla comes home and my c**k surges when I see her. I try not to think about how beautif
