Will jumped out of the passenger side saying something to his father who glanced my way and gave me a short noncommittal wave. Then Will loped across ...he yard towards me. Once again his athletic frame was clothed in a loose T-shirt and those damn sexy board shorts. His shaggy blond hair, as it always did, flopped into his eyes."I haven't had a chance to talk to you since the other night," Will looked at me in that mischievous way of his. "Just wanted to make sure everything was alright.". As Igot my trolley, the woman said to her husband, "Don't just stand there,give the little girl a hand."He grabbed the trolley from me and said, "That's a big trolley for such alittle girl, here, let me help you," and smirking, he pushed the trolleyover to where Sarah was waiting.She was highly amused at my obvious embarrassment and thanked the manprofusely before telling me to, "Thank the nice gentleman Susie." Thank you Sir," I croaked, barely able to get my words out in a hoarsewhisper. This. She’s standing infront of me naked except the stockings. I take her nipple into my mouth. Sucking and biting gently as she moans. She leans over and kisses my husband. My fingers find their way between her legs rubbing gently at her slick folds. She’s so wet and ready. We both start to undress my husband. Taking off his pants and his cock springs to attention. Sophie’s eyes are wide and I know she wants a taste. On her knees infront of him I tell her to open her mouth. Offering her my husbands. She delighted in the sexual hunt where she was lure and boys were her prey. Moreover, her weapon of choice was the very thing that made boys be boys and men be men: their helpless, uncontrollable lust. But Vanessa was smarter and more devious than the school sluts who dressed in 'fuck-me' short skirts and tight blouses. Vanessa used poise, clothing, a touch of make-up and, most of all, body language to hint, not declare, that a paradise of passion was possible. So young and so clever, not wise.