He would probably like that detail. Around each wrist, she had tied a black silk ribbon in bows, more fun for her man to play with if he felt like it....She had kept her make up quite natural, but had painted her nails a rich purple. Her long hair she had kept natural too, letting it cascade down her back and chest. As she heard the front door open, she quickly spread her thighs, trying to gracefully let one hand rest on each thigh, her head lowered and her eyes cast down. Hearing his footstep. ALL THE WAY BACK, THE ELDERLY HUSBAND BECAME THE CLASSIC GROUCHY OLD MAN. HE FUSSED AND COMPLAINED, AND SCOLDED HIS WIFE RELENTLESSLY DURING THE ENTIRE RETURN DRIVE. THE MORE HE CHIDED HER, THE MORE AGITATED HE BECAME. HE JUST WOULDN'T LET UP FOR A SINGLE MINUTE.TO HER RELIEF, THEY FINALLY ARRIVED AT THE RESTAURANT. AS THE WOMAN GOT OUT OF THE CAR, AND HURRIED INSIDE TO RETRIEVE HER GLASSES, THE OLD GEEZER YELLED TO HER "WHILE YOU'RE IN THERE, YOU MIGHT AS WELL GET MY HAT AND THE CREDIT. Reluctantly, he came closer to give me a motherly type hug. "How old are you, Danny?"His voice quivered when he said, "I'm almost seventeen."I guess that makes you almost a man. We'll spend a little time together making it official, okay?" He just nodded.While we had that short conversation, I loosened his belt and unzipped his jeans. He tried to turn away at first, but his uncle turned him back toward me. I lowered his pants past his knees and pulled down his briefs. My god the kid was hung.. Ann could feel her hands cutting cleanly into the cool clear water in front of her, pulling her body swiftly after them.She had never felt better. She had been here in the mountains with Laura, Dave's sister, for over two weeks now and the scars of the ill- fated trip to Tijuana were gradually healing.She had returned to San Diego and immediately packed her bags and left.She never intended to see Julia again, which of course, meant giving up her job at the store, but it didn't matter.She had.