I would think about the swing park, it had been years since I used to hang out there, there I knew they liked to see me and many times I was tempted j...st to swing, going higher and higher with my legs open, knowing the park benches directly in front of the swings, where certain old men sat and watched me, letting them see me and me smiling back, just to let them know I was doing it for them.I think that's what kept them at bay, they were scared I was jail bait, one touch and they could be away. Before long, she could see he was near orgasm and she warned, “Remember my warning of you losing control,” she bounced her toes several times against the underside of his scrotum and watched as he nod his head, “good, then keep stroking until I say to let go.” she added before rising from the settee and pouring herself another half glass of wine. “Faster!” she demanded again walking back to the settee watching the discomfort on his face. She sat watching him as she casually took two more well. Your hands are hurried as they unzip and remove my skirt. You kneel in front of me to slide it down my legs and when I lift up my leg to step out of it you press a wet kiss at the juncture of my thighs. “Fuck.” I hiss, as your tongue slides beneath the fabric. Your hands lift me effortlessly and d**** my legs over your shoulders. My back is against the door and you’re latched on tight to my sex. You back off just long enough to slide my soaking wet panties from my hips. I watch through half. I can get my own cup of coffee, I don't want to see anyone scrimping again on firewood or coal, I don't like being cold I doubt you do either, yes I get mad and yell, I even stomp around and slam doors, I swear and mutter but I don't hit people, I don't dismiss people for no reason, you treat me fair and I'll do the same. If you can't live with that, if you think I'm not the type of person you want to work for let me or Riley know and I will give you a reference and a weeks extra pay to tide.