Jess said that he might be interested in the job if it paid enough, so I told him to go ahead. I would meet him in one of the saloons when he had fini...hed talking to the banker. Jess left, and I went back to talk to the bartender. Business was slow right then, so the bartender had plenty of time to talk to me.I asked how rough the town of Hartly was to police. He said that mostly there was not much going on, except on Saturday night, when the town could get kind of lively. Mostly, all the. Her bed was made, neat and straight as a Marine’s bunk. The cords for electronics and video game consoles were wound neatly together and stacked on one end of her TV table and the hamper by the door was stuffed to bursting with whatever clothes had once been strewn across the floor. I’d even heard her running the vacuum. All that was left was my stepdaughter, standing silently in the middle of the oval carpet wearing a short silken kimono. It left bare her long, slim legs and hung open in. It is one of those things I like to remember as I fall asleep and hope I experience it again in my dreams.It was with Zora, the morning after our first night together. It was a forbidden situation; I was her supervisor. Never mind how we got there but after many hours of sex during the night we were relaxing on the bed next to the window, in the morning sunshine. Zora had the sheet pulled up to cover her breasts as we chatted, while I was sitting nude on the side of the bed. She said "Well,. " He aggreed and we made our way upstairs to the boys locker-room. No one would be there for a while so I knew we would be safe from being caught. "So, what do you wanna do?" he asked. "Well, we could make out." I said shyly, I was beginning to chicken out. He made his way closer to me and pinned me against the lockers and started rubbing my thighs and kissing my neck gently, eventually finding my lips. I then dove my tounge right into his mouth, I'm sure he was surprised. As we were sloppily.