Her fidgeting fingers grazed along the accentuated small ridges of wrinkles. I stared at her and wondered, ‘what you are expecting?’ Her outfit: m...re black leggings and a tank top variation of sorts that brazenly drew attention to a line of cleavage, where I struggled not leer. It could have been my imagination, but she seemed to have noticed. She looked down and played with the hemming at the front. Drawing it down then pressing her breasts together from the sides with smooth slender arms. Her. Sent it to your work by mistake.”“Can’t say? Or don’t want to?” I texted.“Both. I really need time away to sort out my feelings, Curt. Read your damn email.”I just about threw the phone across the room but took a few deep breaths instead. An email alert popped up so I opened it. It was the expected one.“Dearest Curt,” she wrote, which had me rolling my eyes, “I have had my eyes opened to how little of life I have experienced. There’s so much more that I want now that I never even thought of. I gave a little chuckle as I slipped her panties aside and rubbed her dripping slice "I'm glad you did tonight!, I love garters and thigh highs." I slowly worked two fingers into her pussy. She had the hair trimmed short and while she was wet she was very tight, my long fingers were at her cervix before reaching the last knuckle. She froze as not 10 feet from us a door opened spilling light out as two of the kitchen staff came out for a smoke. The door blocked their view of us, but if they. Another on her ribs. She got lucky. Both of 'em are scratches, kinda like my shoulder blade." How about your trailer?" Was thinking about totaling it, but Cindy said if there's any way it makes sense, she wants to keep it. Little hardhead said we ain't getting run out of OUR house by a couple of drunk rednecks." He sighed over the phone. "I agree with her. It's OUR home." You got a place to stay in the meantime?" I asked."Guest room at her foster mom and dad's. More than you and I ever dreamed.