Kelly followed Samantha into the kitchen, where she was putting the finishing touches on a blueberry pie, and sat down on the counter. The outfit Kell... was wearing reflected her mood: a short denim skirt – no panties – and a tight halter top through which her nipples were poking. This did not escape the attention of Samantha, who grew increasingly distracted as Kelly shifted position several times and her skirt rode up, exposing the lower edge of her red pubic hair.After finally getting the pie. It was like playing poker. I didn’t get much information from her. She was originally from Reno, while Ben was a native San Franciscan. I did gather that they both had fairly extensive field experience, so this wasn’t a first install for them.We finished up the tour and headed back to the office to see Walter.“So, what’s first on your list of installations?” Walter wondered.Ben laughed. “Accounting, of course. Sam will work with your department on that portion and I’ll work with your production. For reasons she couldn’t explain to herself let alone anyone else she had to find the man who once helped her mother. That was decades in the past and she’d only recently learned a shocking truth. He might have saved her mother’s life when he offered her a ride the day two strangers met. That part wasn’t clear.What the girl knew for sure was that her Mother had been kicked out of a car, stranded, perhaps running from away from an unspecified danger. Her Mother kept that part secret when she. Just the way she was.Of just as much importance, though, was that I didn't act like all the other wolves. Quite literally, that night I put nail holes in Jerry and saw her luscious naked breasts, I didn't push my advantage. Had I said " Well, little darlin', I saved your sweet pussy, so maybe I should get to sample it. What do you say?" then her attitude toward me would have been just like it was to all the rest. While I obviously "appreciated" her, I didn't pursue that the way all the other.