His hands are twice the size of a grown man’s hands.Yet, he’s still a growing boy, just days shy of his seventeenth birthday.As he drove through t...e open gate, onto the estate, he pulled the business card out of his pocket and looked at the names - Jerry and Jennifer Basinger - Agents.“I see two vehicles parked out front. The owners must be here to help close the deal,” Lynn said.“The man looks Asian, but would you get a look at the woman and the girl beside him? FUCK!” Capri said as Hawley. ”“I think I look like a dork in it... you really like it?”“I love it. I may like your nightshirt a little more, but that uniform is a close second.”Cindy laughed at my flirting, “I want to see you”, she said in a sad tone. “I want to see you too, but I certainly can’t come up to your house. Did you see the look your dad gave me? And I really don’t want to run into Chloe.”Cindy was still talking quietly, “Maybe you could pick me up from school some time? Or I could ride my bike over to your. Derek pulled the jeep into thecarport and killed the engine. He took the key out and looked over ather sitting in the passenger seat."We really need to talk now Derek," she said as they got out and walkedinto the house.------------------------------------------------------------------------As she heard him close the door behind them she looked around the room.She had not been living here long with him. But there were already smalltouches that marked that changes in both of their lives though.. A hand?no?just fingers, skimming up your leg, going ever higher up your body. A trance of patterns, feathery soft on your skin, now charged from the anticipation, from the waiting, the wanting?the need. Skimming now along your thighs, like the perfect dip of a majestic bird as its wings touch the surface of the lake. Teasingly soft, caressing your skin, raising goose bumps from their cool touch?no?its not fingers this time, you feel coolness lingering?no its wet?not a finger, but a tongue. Your.