Please hurry, I want you now.’ She gave me an amused giggle and just continued to undress me. I couldn’t stand it anymore. Not even bothering with...the last few buttons of my shirt, I quickly grabbed the bottom and lifted both the polo and my white undershirt off in one swoop. I pulled her closer, grabbing the bottom of her sweater and swiftly but carefully pulled it over her head. She stood there in the sexiest white lace bra with a look of shock and amusement on her face as she allowed me to. As a kid about to finish high school I definitely felt there were better ways to spend my time. I hated my mom for volunteering me and I was just as mad at Mrs. Robinson for accepting the offer. Mostly I just mowed the lawn. But sometimes she had me to some handiwork around the house. "Man jobs" is what she called them. I knew it was her attempt to make me feel a little more grown up.She was actually extremely polite and sweet to me every time I came over. And that made me feel like an asshole. “We only do champagne love.” “It said cocktails outside.” “We only do champagne.” She repeated as if talking to a something beneath her foot. “It’s champagne of nuffink.” The Welsh accent suddenly got dropped as her distain increased. “Okay… champagne it is then.” “Will that be cash or credit?” Her hip went sideways as her head bent in the opposite direction. “Er… cash.” Jimmy fished for his wallet. “That’ll be forty pounds Sir.” She blinked and waited for the money. “Wha… Okay.” Two twenty. .. About that, I'm actually feeling the urge to tell you something..."Robin nodded quickly, but her eyes were looking at somewhere else."Honey, don't take me as a rude woman but they're calling me. We're going to talk about it tomorrow. Promise!"And she left.Great.At least, I can say I tried...I began looking around, among masked people in Victorian costumes, trying to recognize someone familiar. But as long as I kept my eyes all over the place, I grew the weird feeling of someone keeping their.