I stepped in beside her, the water momentarily cold, we laughed, then kissed. Kissed with a passion, the stored-up excitement of the day beginning to ...how itself. Her lips soft and warm, our tongues hungry to explore as if this were the first time. Hands starting to explore too as we embraced. Her shoulders, toned back, tight bum as sexy as the first time all those years ago.Then her hands worked down from my shoulder blades to my bum. A playful squeeze, pulling me closer, the kiss more intense. What do you say, Rose?"They started closing in tighter around her. I tried to stand up but my arm was hurting so bad I couldn't do it. I was getting scared for Rose. Since Benny's dad had died, he had started drinking and acting real ugly.Suddenly I heard a shot. The three boys jumped back and Rose was standing there with a small two-barrel derringer in her tiny hand."Come on, Benny! I got one shot left for you. Where do you want it?"She pointed the gun at Benny's privates and he and the other. Keeping one hand on his wrist, maintaining his pressure on her mons, she slid the other down to the hot bulge in his crotch, gently stroking his thrusting, expanding prick through his pants."Come on, Paul," she urged softly, pulling him away from the door, backing into the living room. It was hard to keep his hand in contact with her vibrant, quivering bush, but she man aged to do it. Walking backwards made her smooth, exciting upper thighs press against the back of his hand, increasing her. As it was normal among the workers, he was probably looking for a calm place to pee. Unlike most construction workers I had known and work with before, Alfonso was a nice, religious man. He was a rare individual in this line of business. On past experiences, a project foreman was the toughest macho-man of the pack. Not necessarily, but sometimes, he was a drunken jerk, who often couldn’t direct himself without using a healthy array of foul language. On the other hand, Alfonso, who was.