Given the tense silence that reigned by the end of our second week there, I wasn’t sure we would be any time soon. ?There’s a dog in the yard,? sh... said to me one evening as I returned from the kitchen.?Okay. It’ll leave.??Just go check. We’ve got the garbage cans out tonight.?So I headed out the side door. The lawn was only ten or so feet wide on that side of the building, with a high fence around our neighbor’s lawn. I didn’t see a dog, but the moonlight was producing shadows, and only a. Anne just stayed in that wanton pose, holding her legs up and apart, showing off her crotch-piece to us.“See. You can't see through the gusset can you? Can you? Alan, come closer and get a really good look, I want to be sure you can't see my... my you-know-what through them. Come on.” And she beckoned me over. I knelt down between her legs, after a glance at Mark who had a huge encouraging grin on his face, and brought my face close to her crotch. “No,” I said, “I don't think I can see through. My husband’s work hours have been cut recently.”“You’ve got a nice shape. That’ll get you good tips.” The way she carried herself and eyed the other guys in the place indicated she was proud of her body - knew her way around men.“Mmm…you know…the k**s keep me busy.” “No doubt you breast-fed them.”“Pardon??”“Your chest, let’s be totally honest, is pretty damn fine.” Adding with a smirk and wink: “Obviously you didn’t need powder milk.”“I-I..yes..but…”“Look let me get straight to the point.. While she was no loose woman, Rose was no prude either and recalled several Sunday afternoon drives when Arlen would pick her up in his new, enclosed Cadillac sedan and take her for a drive. They would often end up at their favorite spot along a secluded pond outside of the city and would indulge in some heavy petting. While they had never completely given into their carnal desires, Rose couldn’t help but remember the feeling of his mouth upon her neck as he unbuttoned the front of her dress,.