’ I put the car in gear and drove out of the lot, heading for a little used dirt road that I knew of that took us up to a back section of my builder...��s property. This area would eventually be developed but that would be years later. Right now, it was pretty much like it had been for 200 years-the heavily wooded home of hundreds of white tail deer and other critters, large and small. I pulled my car into a clearing and we got out. Sunny and I walked hand-in-hand into the woods, enjoying the crisp. Looking her over again, this time explicitly, he smiled and said, “You know, there’s and urban legend about women wearing white pants?”“These are shorts, not pants,” she fired back, smirking.“Same thing. Shorts, pants, doesn’t matter, same legend.”“So what’s the legend then?”“The first legend they say, women who wear shorts like yours, never wear panties with it,” he smiled.Sally blushed visibly but kept her cool. “What makes you think the ‘legend’ is applicable to me?”“Well, only one way to. "Well I don't know why your mother is paying for driving lessons for you. She told me that you needed practise but I don' think so. You are more than ready for your test." Desiree turned to him. "Your mother prepaid for 10 lessons to prepare you." Nathan looked at Desiree. "Yeah I know. She doesn't believe my Dad when he says I'm ready." His eyes glancing at her big chest, quickly looking back at her. Desiree wound down the window. "It's hot in here isn't it?" Nathan unwound his window too. "I. . " , she kissed again " . . . Young cock and fuck me in the . . .!!!" Her breath was hot in his ear as she whispered her idea, pleased at his excited response.After a long afternoon of power shopping, Randi, Andrea and their daughters sat outside Smith& Wollensky's enjoying the unseasonably warm weather and some liquid refreshment."What are you girls up for this evening?" Randi asked as she sipped her Chardonnay."Um . . . I thought we could see a movie." Katie responded, her eyes catching her.