” He announced before leaving, this time, not bothering to close the door, leaving me with a beautifully terrifying thought. We’d be alone in the ...ouse. Nervously, I took another drink, daring to glance towards Mrs. Vandermeer, shivering as I met her gaze, knowing that she was thinking the same exact thing that I was. “Keep your mind on your task, Miss Spencer.” I obeyed, continuing to correct papers, hyper aware of the noises in the house, until, finally, I heard the sound of the front door. Helen may be a crotchety old bitch, but she never turned away from a person in need of help, and she sure as hell does not intend to start tonight. So, enough talk of dying. This night needs no encouragement to take a life." She shivered, gathered the loose folds of her skirt in her hands and hugged the garment close to her body. She sighed and then muttered with disgust, "Bah! Helen is the true fool here. Ready to run off without looking to see where she is. Well, we cannot go back because. My body still glistening, covered with the tanning oils enjoyed the intense sunray from my convertible top. I wanted to get laid, as my man was out of town for the last several days, leaving me to fin own my own. My pussy was growling for action as I stroked it while driving back to an empty home where I would sit alone and try to put out this sexual fire. Stroking it wasn't enough to get me by at this point, I needed more satisfy the fire raging in my hot box. I eased the tiny white thong from. "But baby, it's cold outside!" I tell him. It's November and the only light source is the moon, radiant in the clear winter sky. The temperature is just above freezing and thankfully there is no breeze. "Lets just get in the back tonight baby," I tell him. He agrees but, knowing him as I do, he won't have given up just yet. On the back seat we each undress quickly, the moonlight picks out my man's strong shape - God he's so damned sexy. He pulls down his trousers and pants and his huge thick.