His mouth was so warm and inviting, he tasted of sugar, sunlight and desire. My hand moved to his cheek and traveled to the back of his head grasping ...is wet hair. I held his face close to mine. His fingertips moved up my thighs to the ties for my bottoms, was I going to let this get that far… yes, yes I was. Feeling me push my hips closer he pulled the ties loose. I lifted my butt and he pulled them off and tossed them on the porch. His fingers danced and played along my slit as I tried to. Keaton, I -- uh..." Here, his voice fell to a whisper. "I'll just go, now, OK? And I'll lock the door on my way out."Before he could get through the door to the kitchen, a weak voice called out."Huh? Whozzat?"He turned back to the couch. Mrs. Keaton was struggling to a sitting position, blinking her eyes rapidly and scrunching up her face in a squint."Steven?" she said, her voice gaining strength. "Is that you?"Skippy was shorter and broader than her husband, and younger and dumpier, and he had. Damn it! Maybe if I just lookat them briefly, then I can clear my head and get back to work?I quickly glance over and then back at the book. I notice Morgen look upquickly, but then return to her journal.It wasn't enough. It felt just like just a teaser. Oh god... I reallyneed to look at them.Maybe if I pretend to stretch, I can get a good look and then that willbe enough?I reach my up and stretch out, as if I'm tired of sitting, and thisallows me to turn my head and look at them...Oh...They. Music plays softly, our conversation continues. I pull off the main highway onto a dirt road. I need to stop and kick the hubs in on the front end of the truck. You ask if we are there. I explain no, not yet. You reach to peek under your blindfold. I reach and catch your hand before you can. I explain what I need to do. You put on your frowny face trying to persuade me to let you see where we are at. I chuckle and tell you ‘Nope not yet.’ As I drive up the road, if you want to call it that, we.