No, wait... it made her feel so wanton, and there was a secret, perverse satisfaction in that idea. At 32, after all her friends had succumbed to the...ravages of age and the inevitability of an after-baby body, she had luckily retained a small figure. She made an effort to keep it that way — she considered dating Brendan Wade to be one of her most womanly of achievements. This also served as a double edged sword; she always seemed to need help with physical activities, although she was too. “You ready for this?” Sara asked as she rested her hands on his chest.“More than ready! I have wanted you since the fifth grade.”“What took you so long jackass!”“I never though you would be into me. And I would never want to jeopardize our friendship.” John answered honestly“I have wanted you since the third grade. Jackass!” Sara said smacking him on the chestWith that she rose up onto he knees and with her right hand she reached back grabbing Johns prick. Sara rubbed the tip of his cock around. About an hour later I got another call from Talia. She cried that she hadargued really badly with her mother and she had locked herself in her room.I asked if I called her Nanna and asked her to come around it would help?She sobbed. "No thanks for trying Dad I know it's not your fault she isjust a bitch." Why love? What the hell is going on?"She burst into tears. "Its OK Dad, can we come over for the holidays it'sonly a few weeks away?"I had forgotten the holidays. "Yes of course, ask Tane and. I'm Mr. Smith. Harold has told me so much about you."If anything, he was counting on her quick mind at the moment. She had demonstrated that she was quick enough in the past. She didn't fail him.Coming forward, she extended her hand. "Hello. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Smith." She copied his inflection and used the 'master' pronunciation. He grinned at her and winked with the eye the hidden observers couldn't see. She had noticed the telltale light was on when she came in. She knew this.