Like a handshake, only more personal and more intimate," I explained."Oh," she said softly, blushing even brighter pink as she looked down again. Once...again, I lifted her face to mine and this time when I kissed her, she didn't pull away. As our lips met, she hesitated for just a moment, but then gave herself over to the feelings and our kiss deepened.She moaned softly into my mouth and I pulled her tight to me wrapping my arms around her. She melted into my arms. I pushed my tongue into her. Almost completely independent." The driver sounded almost sincere. "I'm Joe, by the way." I'm Anne and this is Johnny. Yes it is a great way to look around and it's just a pity it's not all flat or down-hill." Mom sort of laughed as she said this.Joe grinned at her and I could see him checking her out. He must have found it a bit unusual to see such an age difference between us, I was 15 going on 19 and Mom was 32 going on 25, but he was too polite to comment and contented himself with saying:. “They’re impractical though.” “Impractical?” “For work. Skirts ride up. I have to stand up and sit down a lot, sometimes bend down at filing cabinets,” she explained. His hand continued to be busy under her skirt. “I guess it could be a heart stopping moment for some guy,” he commented. “Anyway,” she told him, “you wouldn’t want anyone looking up my skirt and seeing my stockings would you? You know what men are like with a glimpse of stocking!” For a moment, there was hesitation in him.. Shaking his head and sighing he walked over and squatted next to the blonde."Please be quiet," he said calmly. Possibly from surprise, her mouth snapped shut and she glared at him. "Thank you. Now, are you still going to gouge my eyes out if I let you go or do I need to keep you chained up? I'd rather let you go but I also kind of like my eyes the way they are." She continued to glare at him until her curiosity finally got the better of her."Who are you?" she demanded."Your new master, it would.