They wouldn't want me finding out or talking about their business in the first place, but if I did find anything out, it would be wrong for me to go o...t telling anyone." It would be wrong for you to know something that was going to make my family poor, and then not even warn me. I thought we were friends?" I'm sure Mr. Parsons wouldn't want to hurt your father. Not if he didn't have to. I thought they were friends." Friends? You're kidding, right? My father is so afraid of Mr. Parsons, afraid. He sounded concerned. His voice was deep, but softly spoken. It sounded familiar, but not distinct. ‘Yeah, I’m fine,’ I said. ‘Just looking for a little company tonight.’ ‘Give me an hour?’ he asked. I was still trying to figure out whose voice it was. It sounded so very familiar, but I couldn’t be sure. Most guys sound the same to me over the phone. ‘Yeah, great.’ ‘Alright, see ya’ soon,’ he said. I moved the phone away from my head and looked at the caller ID. All it said was ‘DO NOT CALL’.. Why did she leave theroom without taking her clothes with her? Or just change here?A wave of weakness suddenly flushes over me and I sit down on the edge ofthe bed, burying my head in my arms. I close my eyes and the world ceasesto exist.I have no idea of how much time I've been like that, though it must havebeen quite long, by some standards. Not mine, though. Sharon's back in theroom and she's looking upset."Why aren't you dressed yet?" she says, expressing her anger.I look at her, though I. As she looked out, the young gardener peeled off his shirt. She never told her husband, but that chest was the main reason for hiring him She moved to get a better view and felt the cool draft from the air conditioning on her naked pussy. The sight of the young man stripping off, and the reminder of her own exposed state, started her pussy throbbing. She started to rub her hand over it. It felt so smooth to her, so hot. She eased her finger into her pussy and started to move it around spreading.