She swallowed the rest of her wine.Jason cradled the ball in his lacrosse stick, deked an imaginary defender and whipped a shot over his shoulder. It ...ailed wide of the net and deep into the woods behind his house. He slumped his shoulders. Another ball lost.He headed back toward the house just as the outside lights went on. He saw Tiffany on the deck of her house laying on a chaise lounge, reading a magazine. He climbed an old tree on the edge of his family's property and watched her for a. Her lips were painted in a glossy coating that was just as boldly red as her dress, and he could see that it had a ‘wet-look’ shine to it that just seemed to be begging for a cock to part those soft luscious pillows. He couldn’t help but picture those lips wrapped around his cock, glistening wetly as he sawed his cock back and forth between those bright red cushions of pleasure.Her lustrous blond hair had been brushed to a gleaming shine, the soft flowing curls framing her pretty face like an. "Maybe this one is the one you've been waiting for."She soured a little. "Maybe," she said, doubt creeping into her voice. "I'm still stuck with the same old problem of how to pursue it though. I mean, I might be wrong about her, probably am in fact." Just feel her out a little... uh, so to speak anyway. See if she drops any hints. Maybe drop a few of your own." That's where it all falls apart though," she complained. "If I make some sort of pass at her and I'm wrong, do you have any idea how. Not right out in the open. Oh, no. Tiffany was real concerned. I was getting to that age where men might try to take advantage of me. Look at her — she's so tiny, she wouldn't be able to defend herself. It's not like the old days when you were kids, Mom and Dad. There are perverts out there, all over the place. She convinced them I was going to be raped and left for dead the second I set foot on the sidewalk. And they went for it, hook, line and sinker. That's another area where Mom's brains.