Turning back to me, she smiled and walked back through the living room, and over to me. She was wearing a black short skirt and a white tank top, so h...r beautiful long legs glistened as she walked. She handed me the butter."There ya go." She said."Uhhh... thanks." I said, "Talk to ya later"I turned around satisfied and walked home. I hopped over the fence again, walked through my yard and back into my house. I ran up the stairs to my kitchen and handed my mother the butter. "Thanks Josh. Now go. She shook her head, as she was not aware of any recent articles in the local papers about someone named Dean Steadman; at least none that she had seen. Of course, she did not regularly read the paper cover to cover, and often did not read it at all, since she relied on several news feeds that she received electronically at her workstation here at J.A.M., and she focused mainly on business news items that could be of interest to Mr. Morris or other Executives here at the company.“Well, I. I watched as he moved up my body boring into me with his eyes. I gazed back at him as he kissed my stomach, between by breasts, each of my nipples never losing his lock on my eyes. His eyes left mine only as he kissed my neck and then my ear. He whispered in my ear asking me if I had given myself to his son. I shook my head no. he asked again and I yelled no. He kept his lips so close to my ear that I could feel the warmth of his breath as his hand returned to my wet pussy. Brian rubbed a. I turned the mower off so we could talk. I said "are you OK?" then "how do you feel about Thursday?". She said she was just fine, and was wondering when we could move forward. (damn!) There was no reason for me to be shy, so I said "how about Monday afternoon?" She countered with Wednesday, saying she had to get something done, first. I glossed right over that, and we made small talk. In a little bit, her Dad poked his head out the back door and barked out orders for her to get inside and start.