She brought herself off on my fingers. “Just a little preview of things to come,” she joked. By eight o’clock, she had me bound with...a blindfold on. Occasionally she’d let me know that she intended to keep my tongue very busy that night. When the doorbell rang I nearly fainted with anticipation; what could she have in store? It sounded like the whole neighborhood was in our living room! The sound of clinking glasses and sexual moans filled the air. After a while Joy. The back tire filled up fast and capped it off and stood up. I began wrapping up the cord and flippantly said, "Now let's check your seat." I smiled at her and I could tell she wasn't smiling anymore."What's wrong, Tami?" I asked as I looked into her eyes. She frown/smiled and looked sheepishly at the ground.'Okay, I won't charge you a gazillion dollars, make it half a gazillion bucks," I tried to make light conversation as she seemed suddenly down. I put the hose and gauge away as she tried to. We kiss gently several times, our lips molding together, our hands lightly exploring each other’s warm, sun-kissed skin. I carefully rake my nails down Hunter’s back, leaving no marks, but cluing him in to my growing urgency. Our tongues meet, dancing in silken, wet mouths. A familiar fire ignites deep in my belly, and I press up against him harder. I feel his cock growing hard beneath his shorts. Hunter deftly pulls on my bikini string, releasing my top from around my neck. My tits spring free. Cassandra had grown so much over the past couple of years, both physically and emotionally. Mary was so proud of her daughter and her ballet dancing. She could see ballet in everything Cassandra did, every move she made, so graceful despite being only fifteen. And, closing her eyes, she thanked God for Finn. Without his help looking after Cassandra, she'd never have been able to afford this house. Daycare and mortgage payments were just too much. But soon, because of Finn, she was going to make.