" I put my hands under my breasts and squeezed until they bulged out of my halter and the areola were visible above the cups. I leaned over far enough...for Mr. Locke to be able to see them crinkle up in response to my stimulation. "... or offered."I picked up my bag and rushed off while Mr. Locke tried to get his eyes back in their sockets. I was pleased to be able to set his mind at ease. I was also pleased that I wasn't going to lose one of my biggest admirers over some foolish. There was no one in sight. His car was still in his driveway across the street. He must have walked over to my house. I went around, took him by the feet, pulled him into the living room and closed the door and pondered what to do next. I don’t think anyone would believe the way it actually went down. I figured my best bet was to get rid of him quickly. I went into my tool shed and got an old blue, plastic, tarp that I used for gathering leaves. I wrapped him up in it like a cocoon. I quickly. I love how when you touch me my skin feels like its on fire (tingling heat) and how it sends surges of heat through my body to my pussy, making it dribble onto my inner thigh. I want that now. I want you here, sitting in the middle seat while I lean against the window, and you slide your hand under my blanket to my hips, then across my tummy to my inner thigh, moving between them and over to where the heat radiates between them pressing through my clothes and massaging my little puffy mound …. Finished in the shower, I wrapped my long brown hair in a towel and went into the bedroom. I put on shorts, a white t-shirt, and shoes before tossing a few clothes into my old battered brown suitcase. Pulling the towel off my head, I shook out my hair, letting it fall around my shoulders and down my back. I draped the towel over the banister - well, everyone else seemed to do that - and headed to my car. I was on my way!I threw my suitcase onto the back seat, not bothering with the trunk as I.