Then she asked me what the special occasion was. I explained to her that I had just had a pretty good night tip-wise myself and had just grabbed a bo...tle as I was stopping at the market for some smokes.She grinned as I handed her the glass and asked me how much. I declined to tell her the true figure because she would automatically assume I had done something illegal. Her smile faded and she took a large gulp from her glass. I returned to the small living room and sat back down in my. (Just about everything here is country, being that we live in Madera California about 30 miles north of Fresno. In the middle of fucking nowhere!)So following my carefully laid plan I called Mark from my cell phone and asked him to come fix my car. He's done it for me before -- since he's the one that originally helped me pick out my sweet little vintage 1971 four-eleven G-type. He's always lusted after it and would drive it whenever I let him. (My family's rich, his is poor.)So Mark pulled up. She's in stealth seduction mode, that's for sure."I could see what he was talking about. All the parts were classy, subdued, even. But when you put them all together, they added up to one desirable lady.Her hair had been washed and conditioned. Don't get me wrong — Mom's no slouch when it comes to her hair. But today, she'd spent that extra twenty minutes to convert what was usually attractive into spectacular. Deep and full, the normally hidden auburn tints brought its deep brown luster to. I rubbed my throbbing cock, to try and soothe it, but I was still horny as hell and trembling with lust and dying for relief.I got up off the floor, deciding that I had to go up to my room and just jack the fucker off.As I walked past Christa's door, I heard her voice from inside and stopped. She was talking in strange, low tones and I knew that she was alone in there so I dropped to my knees and peered through the large keyhole.What I saw amazed me.Christa stood by her bed wearing only a lacy.