She asked him again. “But you obviously have to like move heavy things, doesn’t it hurt sometimes?” He nodded. “Sure.” “So why do it?” J...son shrugged. “I like the work, it pays well.” “But you could get a much better paying job working for some company.” “Yeah and they’d stick me behind a desk.” “So?” Jason shook his head. “I like being outside. I like moving the earth. I hate working inside and at a desk. I spent seventeen years in school sitting at a desk, I don’t want to spend another. She took her top all the way off and slid her skirt slowly down. She wasn’t ready to take off her panties I guess, but they were so sexy, emerald green and silky. I could see a damp spot between her pussy lips from where she was so wet. She pulled me to my feel and unzipped my dress painstakingly slowly. She let it pool at my feet, and she gazed at my small firm tits with the tiny nipples poking out. She did the same to me that I had done to her. Her lips toyed with my nipples. I felt liquid. Interesting. The second had a fixed ring at the bottom of the pole and one on top. That was the one I’d remembered seeing that night. My hand trembled as I ran it up and down the smooth metal. It was cool to the touch and polished so that I could see my blurry reflection in it, my tits rising and falling lewdly with each quickening breath. God, I wanted to touch myself, maybe even make myself come, but I resisted. There’s plenty of time for that later, I told myself. The third was much the. "Even if we do show up without texting first."Janet bit her tongue as Ellie sighed, before returning to her bedroom,where she stayed for the rest of the afternoon.Once Ellie was out of sight, the 42 year old woman let out a long sigh.She was no stranger to teenagers, or to their need to rebel. When her sonwas fourteen, it was impossible to get him to do anything, regardless ofhow politely Janet asked. Housework went undone, his bedroom became a pigsty and his vocabulary seemed to consist only.