The Trailer Park The Fourth YearChapter 33
I noticed Tami's mom's car wasn't in the driveway as I walked up to her house the next morning. I grinned. A Saturday with nothing to do for a change, and a teenaged girl alone in her house. Life is good. I knocked, and Tami opened the door almost immediately. "Hi, Tony. Guess..." I didn't wait for her to finish. I stepped inside, pulling her to me, and pressed my lips to hers. One hand squeezed her butt cheek through her jeans, the other quickly found her breast, protected only by a...