“What do you call it when something is moving?”“What do you mean?”“When something is moving, and it keeps moving the same way? Like when you...throw something?”She thought. “Momentum?”“Yeah ... that’s it. He needed to take the...” He gestured, smacking his fist into his hand. “ ... mo ... momentum...” He smiled at being able to pronounce the word, and then gestured wildly, moving his hands in several directions. “ ... and turn it, and push it around.”“Oh...” she said, impressed. “So when that man. Oh sure, the weather and a fewother pleasantries, but no real conversation. They really didn't knowanything about each other. So that was why it was such a surprise whenshe invited him in for a little chat when he got home early oneafternoon.His first impression of the house was, 'nice' with some interestingartwork displayed. It seemed both tasteful and erotic but anundercurrent of something different, something he couldn't put hisfinger on. Closing the door behind them she startled him by. She saw his hand close about his cock as he started stroking himself, his eyes feasting over her bared pussy.David groaned inwardly as her mare like rump extended toward him, knees buckling together, the cheeks of her ass spreading and then the bulge of her hidden treasure hinged into view. Her buttocks parted wide as she set her fingertips to the floor, revealing the hidden treasure of her most intimate place. His gaze fell upon the tight crease of her almost hairless purse and the pink nub. Even if you stayed long enough to graduate, you would have taken your chances leaving town even if the only thing you took were the clothes on your back. Kathy might have believed you were starting to forgive her when you accepted her job offer, in effect keeping you “close at home”, but she was just a means to an end. A part of you hated yourself for hating and distrusting her as much as your did, but she either ignored or underestimated just how severely you were hurt when the rest of the.