Now I was in the driver's seat. "Oh, I'm going to cum! Please, Phil! Please let me cum! Please, I'll do anything, Oh God I need to cum! Please, please... please..." she cried out as I pounded into her. "No. not yet," I said simply. Denise groaned her disappointment, but I paid it no attention. I continued to pound her mercilessly, giving her no rest and no leniency. A couple moments later she repeated her need to cum and once again she was denied. I wanted this woman to know she had been. “I’m Kirstin” she said, “and you’re Hazel” reading from my badge. We both giggled and I found her holding my hand. She looked into my eyes and said softly, “I’m very attracted to you Hazel.” We looked at each other without saying anything; her lips were parted, her eyes on mine and then on my mouth, willing the kiss. I was powerless and guided by her hand, which was caressing my hair around the back of my head, found myself compelled towards the waiting mouth. My lips met hers, moist, warm and. While the little carousel spun dinner around to be heated, she peeled off her panties and hose (carefully… these were her last pair without runs for the time being…) with a sigh of relief, and placed them with a little more care in her drawer before rummaging around for her ‘No one sees me in these’ bum-around clothes. The old pink gym shorts had holes and rips, almost revealing more than they concealed. The equally worn black T-shirt, stolen long ago from a high-school sweetheart, had the. And toast. Jeanna came back in time to join us. Then we had a big round-table meeting about all the progress. We were now an LLC corporation. The lawyers filed the papers after Marcy and Ching Lee met with them yesterday. We had the Federal ID number, a sales tax number and business license.The gas tank installation went smooth. We had heat now at the flip of a switch. The web-site was done. The business plan was done. The bank presentation was done. Marcy and Ching Lee were proud as peacocks.