"Yes sir." Mr. Bell was about fifty, with a fringe of gray at the temples and perfect posture. He dressed the part of a southern lawyer and carried hi...self with the dignity of a southern gentleman.We drove in silence to Mama's Diner. Seriously - Mama's. I remember David Brenner joking that you should never eat at a place named Mama's and never take a waiters suggestion after ten p.m. That joke was on my mind as we walked in and seated ourselves.The place was well worn. There were old photos and. Matty felt sorry for Cindy so she would ask Cindy over for dinner, include Cindy on our dates when we went to a show and before long I was dating Cindy. Matty didn't take it very well when I asked Cindy to marry me and she sent back the wedding invitation with "Fuck you!" written on it in lipstick. Cindy and I were married one month after our graduation and set out to start our new life.Six years went by and then the company I worked for bought out a competitor and I was put in charge of. The bedroom was quiet for almost a minute with just the sound of Ann’s wet pussy moving over her husband’s hardness. Ann’s voice broke the silence and immediately got Nancy’s attention.“I want you to tell me again what you want to do with my sister,” Ann demanded from James. Nancy was stunned by his answer. “I want to have sex with her.” “Really?” his wife replied knowingly. “Exactly what would you two do?”After a moment, James spoke. “I would kiss her body all over as I undressed her. Then she. I sipped a pop as I watched her trim athletic legs started pushing it around the yard, clearing 6 months of weeds and brown grass. I admired her tight little buns as I lit another cigarette, loving how they moved under her shorts.Maybe I can someday talk her into doing my lawn, but with tighter shorts on. Soon the truck was back, and they were finishing unload it when the pizza guy got there. I snuffed out my smoke and went inside to have a lunch of egg salad and thought about the new.