He seems to have his own agenda and interests, and Mary meekly goes along. I hope she eventually gets back to work - she loves that job"!"Well, I'm no... too worried yet. Let's see how it goes for a while."I brought in my suitcases and put them in the bedroom where my mother had already put the boxes that I had shipped."Let's have dinner, and then I'll show you some of Poughkeepsie. I'll arrange to take tomorrow off, so we can go out to dinner and see more of the area." OK, Mom, that sounds. While I did, she unfastened the frogs and shrugged it off. She looked at me."I always wanted you to see me like this. I've got good breasts, but I couldn't think of any way to show them to you. The best I could do..." Was wear tank tops. Or peasant blouses. And drop your pencil three times every hour." She pulled my shirt up and pressed her breasts against me. I pulled the shirt off and held her to me, feeling the softness and warmth, my hands on her back, her bottom, pulling down the zipper on. .." she said gleefully. "Sorry to change the location at the last minute, but I remembered that this is the most comfortable, private place we could meet ... and ... talk some" she told us. "Carly, you've heard some of this, but how about I tell your man where I've been, what I've done, and what WE might be able to do ... fair enough??" Carly nodded and put her arm inside mine. "I'll be 16 in about three months ... I have this house almost completely to myself – going on three years, now. My. As usual, she oozed sex: silky beige blouse that more than hinted at her bust, a modest brown skirt below the knee, dark nylons and spiked heels. One shoulder was weighed down with a large rectangular sample case."Hello, Harvey." Her voice was smooth and deep, and sexy as all hell. My cock twitched and she was still fully dressed."Hello, Reese. To what do I owe the honor?" If she was consistent, she'd want me in between her legs. And that could be arranged, but not in my office. Not with.