" "It's no big decision. I don't think I could pry them out of your tight little fist anyway, certainly not in one piece, not even with just one stick...of dynamite." I could not surpress a little giggle as she said that in such good humor. "I am a bit excited to think you will be using my dirty panties to relieve yourself. I don't know why that would affect me in that way." Then she added thoughtfully, "My husband and I do not have the kind of sex life we used to. Maybe that has something to do. " She walked over to the door, putting up an out of order sign (which was usually on the door anyway) and locked it. "Poor boy, you've been nothing but a sweetheart, helping me put my laundry back and I haven't done a thing to repay you" she teased. Jamie slowly reached down, pulling her tank top up ever so slowly, showing her tight stomach and finally a light pink bra. I couldn't help but stare at her bra-covered tits, thinking of how many times I've fantasized about sucking on them. She. ‘So now that’s mine?’ she asked as he dropped it awkwardly. ‘Well, if you pick it up, it’s…uh…yours.’ he said, watching her closely as she bent down and lifted it up slowly. ‘Does that spell work on all your weapons?’ she asked, moving closer, brandishing his sword at him fiercely. ‘All the weapons I have on me, yeah.’ He was almost shaking. She grabbed his outfit and pulled him toward the van. ‘Open the doors. You’re my prisoner. This is my prison. If you don’t give up, I’ll punish you.’ She. When she looked at him, he kissed her, a wet kiss. “Thank you for a wonderful time,” he said when he’d finished. Being in control had been fun, but the boy, the guy, should have control. He shouldn’t have too much control, of course, and she was beginning to trust that Eric wouldn’t. She’d still wear jeans that needed a shoehorn to put on tomorrow, just the same.“Now, Candy!” Mom said. Talking about understanding people, she wasn’t one. “Were you going to church or on a date?” That was an.