From under my arms, I watched her legs. My eyes started and her heels and slowly made their way up her perfectly shaped calves, all the way to her thi...k thighs. I admired how her gray stockings went from dark, to light as her legs stretched out the silky material. I couldn't help but be startled when she commented. "You like my legs, Mr. Andrews? Do you want to touch them?" She didn't wait for my answer. She took my right hand and placed it on her knee. "Don't turn around. Nothing above. So, well, I’ll let you know.”“Oh okay,” he said. “But we’re just a phone call away.”“Thanks, you’ve been a big help. And, don’t worry about my dad coming down on Abigail in all of this. I’ll make it right by him,” I said.“Thanks, I know Abigail was antsy about me going for that very reason,” he said.“Yeah sure,” I said.I didn’t say anything to him, but every time her name came up I felt funny. It was like I should have been the one telling him about what she was doing, thinking, saying. But it. As work progressed, both Dave and Evie kept watch on the Prime. Each time it became obvious he was worrying, they would "need" help with something. Of course it didn't take Jeff long to recognize what they were doing, but it made him realize, yet again, how close their relationship was and how much they cared for him.Near Winter ParkOn Hwy 40, Robertson followed a snowplow down the mountain toward Winter Park. He had been very careful to obey the traffic laws on the trip so as not to draw. Do you understand me? No pussy, no blow jobs. No fingering his asshole. Tell him you have the flu or something. Call me in the afternoons, so that I know that you are doing as you are told. OK?"OK.And so life went on as normal, more or less, except that Melanie now made a daily phone call to John. John would ask her if she had done as she was told, and she would reply that she had.One day, though, John asked her how she was doing. If she needed to cum.And she did... as usual during these.