I got some more squeals and pulled her hose down her thighs and her skirt up. I could feel myself get harder as her light brown pubic hair appeared, a...small tangle covering her mons. Claire shifted her feet and thrust herself forward to my waiting fingers. I ran my hands up and down the limited area of her inside thighs I could reach and again around the soft full cheeks of her rear. I’d heard her complain a hundred times about her butt to others, but she was perfect for me. I had no interest. She and her family go to church every Sunday. Wedon't even do that."I asked Sammy if Katie knew he was smoking."She gives me cigarettes some times. They're called Benson and Hedgesand they taste like yours but yours are thinner." Sammy, when you smoke, do you inhale like Nancy and I do. You know,breathe it in." All the time," Sammy said. "I can even blow the smoke out my nose." When was the last time you had a cigarette?" Mom asked."A couple hours ago when I went outside."Mom asked him if. Lying on the bed between the sheets with light on, Kenny looked up as my wife opened the door.Standing in the doorway, my beautiful brunette wife simply asked him if he had everything he needed. Kenny replied that he was all set. You could see that it was a struggle for him to keep the lust off his face, but he had to assume that she was just being a good hostess.The point of no return was here. Donna said, "No, Kenny, I don't think you do have all you need."And with that, she opened her robe. A mistake as my aunt said." Very well, that is what I was sent to ask. You know him and tha, think well of him. Please excuse the intrusion." He backed away and left quietly after several bows and waves of his hat.The women looked at each other, and Anne's aunt licked her lips, sighed, put down her big napkin, folded her hands together and said, "It's true isn't it. He is a spy, a spy for Washington? Poor boy." She pushed herself to her feet and looked for her cane. "Let's hope they don't hang.