The woman was extremely anti social but I was still fixated on her. One morning, I noticed something out of the ordinary. I was mowing the lawn on one...of the hottest days of the summer and I stopped to wipe the sweat from my forehead using my shirt. I turned to see Mrs. Fitzgerald standing in the window, and our eyes met and she quickly shut the curtains and ran to another room. She seemed to be admiring my physique, and I could tell by how hard she was staring she liked what she saw. I didn't. I decide to return the favor and reach down to his cock. I find I’m pleasantly surprised by what my hand encounters. His member is hard like a rock and ready for me. I slowly caress his cock, sliding my hand down to his balls, then back up to the tip of his penis where I rub my thumb back and forth. Andre sits back a bit so he can slip the condom over his ridged cock. He looks back down at me panting with need. He smirks as he knows exactly what I need – that large cock in me. I open my legs. The trees surrounding me stood tall and soft snow flakes floated down from the heavens above. The park looked like the scene from a Christmas card; so serene and peaceful, the only noise coming from my boots taking slow steps through the flakes accumulated on the once green grass. A small smile adorned my lips as I saw a figure walking towards me, hands stuffed into coat pockets and a slight hunch shielding themselves away from the falling flakes twirling in the slight wind. I couldn’t help but. You don't have to worry about working, ever again." Ron, you don't have to say that. I'm not exactly a prize catch. Willyou wait for me while I spend a lifetime behind bars?"He embraced me, and I hugged him back, tears running down my cheeks."What a pair we make! An H.I.V. case and a jailbird," I sniffled."Missy, Missy. You're not going to spend any more time in jail, not ifDexter Boyd has anything to say about it. He's the best, and you'venever been in trouble before, have you?" No! .