He considered a number of factors. If she was a regular she would be there. It was rare that he got coffee in the afternoon so for all he knew she was...there every day. If he had planted the seed he hoped to have planted she would be curious to see if he returned. For a long time he had operated under the theory that a honest compliment, made simply, when combined with a quick departure, was an effective way to peak curiosity. The apparent lack of instant motive gave the compliment a tremendous. I was just looking around when Lexie’s mom, Jennifer walked over to me. “Hey Chris, it seemed you and Pops were getting along fine.”, she stated. “Yes ma’am, he is a lot like my dad. No nonsense guy.”, I replied. “Yep, you got that exactly right.”, Jennifer laughed. “What is George Jr.’s problem?”, I asked. “Other than the fact he is spoiled, works for his daddy and always gets his way due to being an only child…... not much.”, she replied quickly. “Oh….”, was my only reply. “So how are you and. “Come on, Girl, your turn.”Liya nodded. She eventually extracted a black satin, ruched, bodycon mini.“Oh. Oh, wow.”She looked up and smiled at Mom, then couldn’t seem to get into it quickly enough. She pulled it on over her head. It tumbled down her torso, then crept over her hips and slid to its fullest extension, reaching to just above mid-thigh.“Does it move enough on your hips and exquisite ass,” Mom asked. “If it doesn’t, then we’ll need to get you something else, because it’s short enough. I unwrapped it and started licking off the delicious sugary ice. I noticed Rob brushing his hand against his crotch. I pushed the popsicle into my mouth then pulled it back out and I kept doing that with a steady rhythm. I noticed a bulge starting to grow between his thighs underneath those tight navy blue shorts he was wearing.I approached him, the popsicle still inside my mouth, and placed my hand on his crotch. I sensed his engorged dick and gave it a little squeeze. Gently, he placed his.