Judy.Steve had been reading a recently purchased book and with just about each turn of the page he slyly searched out the best of the best, savoring t...em in his imagination.Or so he thought.Young, precocious girl that she was, Judy was just as actively searching for stud material as much as Steve was searching to fulfill his voyeuristic appetite. Steve got much more than he could have ever bargained for as Judy, and her Itsy Bitsy Bikini, brought her and some of her friends into Steve's. The other owned a couple of old hens, enough to ensure a daily supply of three to four eggs each day. These two strong women, who worked long hours in the cotton mill for next to no pay, would come home in time to make dinner of fried potatoes and onions with scrambled eggs. They would stretch their simple feast to feed two husbands, three children and themselves. And on payday they would celebrate with lard and flour enough to add biscuits to their fair. Occasionally when one of the hens. After I pretended to find that which I dropped, I slowly rose to see Randy staring blatantly at my ass. I thought I would give him a little bit of tease since I did spend nearly six hundred dollars of his money in lingerie and accessories.Noticing that it was working and seeing no one else around, I intentionally dropped my keys and bent over to pick them up. With Randy only a few feet behind me I pretended to lose my balance and backed right up against him, still bent over. He instinctively. . well, who turned you on?" Gwen asked, her eyes open wide."Eileen Linke," Carol said with a smile."Eileen?" Gwen gasped. "You mean our next-door neighbor? But... but she's been married for years - she has three kids!"Carol threw back her head and laughed loudly at her daughter's reaction. She turned and smiled, "If you'll think about it for a second, that has very little to do with it, baby- doll!" What? I... oh, yeah..." Gwen suddenly realized what her mother meant and blushed in.