" Sex!?" John was shocked. "Rose, the boy is fifteen years old. He'snot thinking about sex!" Oh, Yeah?" She giggled at John's protestations. "I've nev...r met afifteen year old boy who wasn't thinking about sex and, seeing you inthat cute, little dress... trust me Beebs... he's thinking about it.And to be perfectly honest, so am I." Yeah?" John cuddled up to her."Yeah," she breathed and kissed his lips, slowly, her hands creepingaround to squeeze his bottom through the shear material of the. We tookour bags from the trunk and walked over to the elevator and headed up tothe 6th floor. When Rikki opened the door, she moved out of the way anddid a sweeping motion with her hand, welcoming us to our new home. It wasbeautiful, an enormous living room with wrap around couch, large screentv and a gas fireplace, it even had a big balcony with a barbecue grill!The kitchen was full size and there was a nice dining room off to theside. We walked down the hallway, passing a full bath and then. What was he talking about? Everybody seemed to use strange expressions or gave mysterious hints. While closing the door, Lauren weighed the parcel in her hand. What the hell was that? She shrugged hesitantly. Her sisters certainly would not tell her and opening it was out of question. So she decided to drop the delivery at Maureen's stairs as told. Arriving on the first floor, the words of the mailman crossed Lauren's mind again. Her curiosity scored and she dared a peek at the sender, which. He came almost at the same instant and the splash of his cream on the walls of her canal served to extend her orgasm to the point that she almost passed out. As they cuddled together that last night she thought about the fact that they lived a couple of hours away from each other. That was inconvenient but certainly not a barrier. She could just as easily have done her job from where he lived—not that she planned to be doing that job much longer. They would spend weekends together, she would.