She had to be able to feel me. I could feel her rubbing against me.More kissing. My hands tight around her back, then down to cup her bottom and keep ...er tight against me. She moved a little more against my cock, and that was almost enough to set me off. Hands back up to cup and palm her breasts. She liked that.Light summer dress. Buttons down the front. We broke apart, and I started unbuttoning, hands trembling. I'd waited a long time for this. She stopped me. Took over the job. Dress open to. Austin, how are you? Come in Dad is not here, in fact they are both gone!" The old guy, old as in 45 maybe 47, no more, gave me that look that all men do, he liked what he saw, I remember him looking at me when we had the pool parties in some ones house. "Marca dear you look as pretty as always, I was just returning this wrench set I borrowed from your father. Hey you still at the mall on weekend, modeling?" "Not this month, will do some over the holidays, they. "I haven't seen you for almost two weeks," she said. "If you don't come by the house, I'm getting a lawyer!"I headed in for a quick shower. It looked like tonight I might get to third base!Maria was already unconscious when I reached Orlie's house around 11:45. Gloria was absent, too -- gone to Wherever Gloria Goes. We were alone.I decided I wouldn't file a protest."I missed you," I said, presumptuously taking Orlie into my arms and planting a wet one, smack on her lips."I noticed," she said,. For what? A middle aged guy pursuing a fantasy young woman...seriously what chance?My daughter Joanna was chuffed about her first part time casual job at college. It was a minimum wage fast food outlet...but hey we all got our first pay cheque... somewhere similar.About a month into her successful start she mentioned in relaxed conversation one of the shift managers at work; whom she said was cool, chilled and funny, while getting the job done...but it was the name: Renée Peterson ...that.