Anna was startled when she heard her father call for her. "Shit! He was supposed to be at work for another four hours!" She grabbed a tight top and slid it on, her erect nipples showing through. For a sixteen year old, she was doing pretty well in the breast department, hers being 32F. She put some light printed panties on and covered them with a pair of striped pajama bottoms.
She tossed her black locks over her shoulder, a puff of air blowing a few rogue strands out from in front of her deep blue eyes. "Shit. Get your pants on!" She thew a pair of black slacks to her boyfriend, Alan. He was thirty years her senior, his hair starting to turn salt and pepper at the sides. He was tall and well built, his stamina and cock were definitely nothing to laugh at. Alan stood in the corner and hastily pulled his pants up, zipping them and grabbing his button up shirt. He put it on, leaving it unbuttoned and grabbed his business jacket and briefcase, going over to the open window.
Anna stopped him as he crouched to go out, kissing him deeply and groping his crotch with her hand, making him groan, his cock tenting his pants. He looked at her, slightly aggravated, and went out the window, stepping on the thick branch of the neighboring tree and climbing down. She watched him run hastily across the street to his car and start it, waving back before pealing out.