She hoped that the material pleased him, for it was pure Japanese silk that she’d sewn with her own hands. She’d also tied the Obi as tightly as p...ssible, a deliberate effort to entice him. She giggled girlishly, hoping desperately that her ploy would work. She waited for him beneath the scrutiny of the night, dipping her ringed finger into the warm water of the pond, creating tiny ripples in the smooth waves. The movement of the water stroked a memory in her, a memory of a song long forgotten.. He then walked through to the kitchen doing his best to conceal it his boner. He walked to find his mother just getting diner out of the oven."Oh I was just going to get you to come through" Christine said as she almost crashed into her only son. "Just sit at the table I'll be in, in a minute"Dave gave her a thumbs up and strolled through to the dining table. He sat down and waited. Christine came in her legs showing slightly as she was wearing a quite revealing mini-skirt. She walked over and. You know the old Signal Mountain Lodge property up near you?" Yes, but it's not on the market as far as I know." Not officially. I received an email a few days ago from a loan office at their bank. It's been foreclosed and the bank now has it. He said the owner had passed away and the estate refused to pay off the balance. They want to do a quick deal." How much do they want?" One million dollars." How much land is there?" Almost five acres and, as you know, it has a nice view of the. She reached for it. "Is that for me?!" I felt her hand wrap itself around my shaft, and jumped back. I looked worriedly at the thin screen separating Dad's office from his bedroom. I whispered, pushing her off me, "Jordan! Dad's going to hear you."Jordan looked at the screen. "Fine," she said, getting off me, giving my cock another squeeze. "Spoilsport." She smirked a dimpled smile at me. "Anyway, breakfast's ready."Breakfast was a surreal time. Jordan was perhaps a little too friendly at the.