This will develop into a long work and travel across at least a few categories. There will be a lot of story around the sex scenes (Typical for most o... my stories), but I promise to have a least one sex scenes in every chapter I post (Otherwise, what’s the point of posting it here? ). Regards, JD ********** ‘That’s your wish?’ I asked in disbelief. Rodger nodded and I shook my head as the young lady who instigated the conversation watched silently. ‘Come on! You can’t tell me you’ve never. About the third pass by the porch she shifted her position and I could see all the way up to her panties. My imagination supplied the rest of the picture and I could feel my erection rub against my jeans with each step. I hoped the grass bag on the mower hid my condition from Mrs. Wilson's eyes.She finished whatever she was writing and collected her things from the table. She called out to me and when she got my attention over the clatter of the mower said, "I'll fix lunch now; will you be done. "As Keisha entered the house, he says to her, "My name is Ben. Have a seat, Keisha. Can I get you something to drink? A drink, beer, soda?"As Keisha sits on the sofa, she asks, "What do you have to drink, Ben?"He tells her, "You name it, I'm sure I got it." How about Jack and Coke?" You got it." As Ben was getting glasses, he explained to Keisha, "By the way, please excuse the way that I'm dressed. I had just gotten out of the shower when I heard the doorbell ring." No problem, Ben. I was. I introduced myself and Anne to her father and chatted for a bit and then he left to go visit his relatives living in the next town over. We had guests coming for the evening and i was making dinner for everyone. That evening Cindy came into the kitchen as i was cooking in an aggitated state, whispering in my ear she told me that Leslie wanted to take her shower now rather then in the morning. We had guests coming as I said and Anne was here making it nearly impossible for me to record Leslie.