Our eyes met again and I felt my fingers curve around the peach of him. I watched as his eyes fluttered closed for a few seconds and heard another bre...th escape his lips. My hand shifted, from one cheek to the other, down to each hard thigh. As I pressed harder into his flesh, his legs shifted slightly, moved apart. An invitation, subconsciously directed or not, was not something that I ever ignored. I slipped my hand between his legs then, curving upwards and cupping first the mound of his. The dress was low cut, with a dipping oval cutout that exposed the snowy curves of her breasts. A ruby encrusted, silver pendant nestled in her cleavage."Hi, I'm Diane," she said, warmly."I'm Mary and this is my boyfriend, Mark," I introduced, smiling warmly at Diane."I'm Keith," the boorish man said. He started to say something, when his phone started to ring. Without even excusing himself, he answered the phone, turning away from Diane and talking quietly."That's the second time he's done. Brenda and Terry appeared at the door. "Mom said you wanted to seeus?"I felt giddy knowing the excitement I was about to stir up. It was astruggle, but I did manage to keep a straight face. "How would youlike to miss school for three days?"Brenda popped out with, "Are you sure you're OK? Because that's one ofthe stupidest questions I've ever heard... Of course we would!"Terry was a little more cautious. She turned her head, squinted andasked, "Why?"I decided to play it coy. "I need help with a. He was a heavy sleeper? In that case, she gently moved, he wasn’t really on her hair anymore, she pulled what little he was laying on and was surprised when he didn’t move. He really was a heavy sleeper, that or he was really tired.She turned towards him and saw only half the sheet covering him. God, he was gorgeous, the contours of his face were relaxed and he looked so peaceful, his dirty blond hair feathering a little bit on his forehead, his luscious lips parted, his breathing even as his.