You know, it’s like when you’re ten years old and have a bowl of candy sitting beside your bed on Halloween night, and then they tell you, you can...��t have any.”I put the guest list I was reviewing down. I turned toward Ron and put my hand on his arm, “I understand, Honey, and I know you are trying very hard to do the right thing.” I took a deep breath and let it out. “I know how easily I got caught up in it the other day when you caught me doing exactly what I told you not to do.”Sounding. "Thanks," he said, attempting a smile as he took my offering. He put the bagdown and stared at it hopelessly for a few seconds. He looked back at hisopen hood, then down at the bag, then back at the car, then at me, thenblinked a few times, then he finally bent down to catalogue the bag'scontents. All that weight had to be hell on his knees, so I gave him alittle assistance to hurry him on his way."Dunno why I don't carry something like this in the trunk," he said withsomething approaching. Her hair fell softly across her shoulders. “I am not a tease.”“Really,” I replied back, “Where are your shorts?”Catalina blushed and turned red.“Que?” she shot back, in Spanish, as she bunched up her over-sized t-shirt and tied it in a knot on her hip. “You don’t like my comfortable look?”“Yes, I do,” I laughingly replied. “I’m just not used to seeing you so . . . very casually . . attired.”“I am not tired,” Catalina replied.“Attired,” I repeated.“Nooooo,” Catalina replied, “I am not. Finally deciding if I couldn’t slide them down, there was another way to get to her bare pussy, I slid my hand up the loose leg of her shorts and pushed the material aside, realizing then she didn’t have any panties on either. I could feel how wet the crotch of her shorts was, and I slid my hand over her pussy, feeling just the barest hint of wet hair. She was wet and slick. I slid my fingers over her now bare pussy, pushing a finger inside her, this causing a catch in her breath.She had buried.