.” A foot moved, a big toe trailed down her stomach and over her pussy, pressing the now drenched fabric of her panties against her slit and making ...er gasp. “The rules of the game are quite easy. Don’t cum until its dark. By then, you’ll fetch the big cucumber and do with it what you did yesterday. You did buy the cucumber, didn’t you?” “Yes,” Helen croaked, swept away by the sheer brazenness of Lisa’s request, “yes I did.” “Good,” the girl nodded with a smile and hopped off the table and. Quick experienced fingers undid the buttons on the flap of my breeches, and her hand, like a questing ferret, slipped deftly inside, and then just as quickly withdrew, clutching her prey in a velvet fist. I thought that she would but stroke my exposed plunger, but no, the little vixen swallowed my length as if she had trained as an acolyte at the Temple. Susannah was an adept fellatrix, maybe not as practised as Yvette in Bordeaux, but as good as any I had had in Lincoln.Her sucking and licking. Finally my mom hit upon an idea, I could move to Utah and live with my grandmother for the Summer. I would probably have better luck looking for work there than in my hometown in Oregon. It made sense. So, we called grandma and she agreed to take care of me for the Summer.I took the bus to Ogden, Utah and arrived at the bus depot near grandma's on a hot June evening. It was sweltering. Grandma picked me up in her old car, glad to see me (she lived alone) and glad to have a "man" around the. In her case, it hinted as a smoldering sensuality behind her cool exterior. At least, that was my fervent hope. Not that I planned on going beyond pure admiration, having an appointment to keep. In fact, I was already in danger of tarrying overly long. Still, I kept her in my thoughts for the better part of the day, quite aware of the hint of a smile that lifted the corners of my mouth up each time she entered my mind and the hint of regret that business obligations had made an introduction.