Suddenly he found himself rock-hard, softly stroking the surface of the seat with his fingertips, pretending it was Meg's ass. It was the closest he'd...ever gotten to it. He took a deep breath, almost getting high on a faint scent she'd imprinted on her seat. It was a warm musk, neither particularly smelly, nor intense, but a faint fruity aroma, probably from a body lotion or skin cream.“Did you drop something?”Adam quickly reacted, looking up and pretending he'd just picked his phone off the. She knows what's underneath and it's like Superman's kryptonite for her. He sees her coming and holds his arms out, elbows at his side and smiles. "How's my babygirl?" he says a little too loudly. "Forget it, Ted." she shouts across the parking lot. He's blocking her car door and won't let her in. "What's the matter, Ted? Is the rest of your pussy busy today?" she asks sarcastically. They had shared a torrid tryst some time ago, but she soon realized how toxic a relationship it'd become and. Also typical was finding Ms. Blossom working on her garden in the late morning hours. She was again hard at work on this hot morning, on her knees, planting, digging and sweating. She was wearing her normal garden work outfit consisting of tight black stretch pants, and a white t-shirt cut just above her waste. Brad speculated that she was in her mid 40’s, but she looked much younger. She had long, straight jet-black hair that was in her usual pony tail as she hacked away with her garden tools.. She leaned her head on my shoulder and whispered " is that what i think it is poking me?" I laughed hard and set her down my dad grabbed one bag and I held the other one over my erection while we headed to the truck. A long drive later I found myself at home and the party in full swing. It was typical lots of booze some good friends and even an ex girlfriend stopping by at the bonfire. then I woke up the next day. My parents had been called in to work and that left just me and my sister.