As she stared at it I had the knack of making it bounce which she thought was highly hilarious until she reached out gently grabbing the shaft pulling...the skin right back exposing the swollen wet head.Trish was so attentive as she examined my tackle feeling every inch with her fingertips, it was like she had never seen a cock before, how I didn’t cum there and then is beyond me. I looked down in the basket at the two pairs of panties that Trish so kindly left there, she saw me glance, “Oh yes!. “The price we discussed, I think I'm going to break my own rule and give you a discount.” I got up and walked to my bedroom. I came back with a small stack of cash. I handed it to her. She counted it and gave me back most of it. I counted it again. “That's one hell of a discount.” She smiled as she slid the money into her matching hot pink purse. She stood and came over to me, sat in my lap, turned and pulled me in for a kiss. “I call it the real deal discount. Are you still wanting the same. I'll go ahead and go now ... sorry again that I bothered you." I took the first step backwards and was starting to turn to walk away ... and probably rather briskly, when she found her nerve and called out, stopping me in my tracks."No wait! Shit! Sorry that I panicked on you and froze up like a frightened deer. It was a bit of shock seeing you again Mike. I never hoped ... thought, that you'd try to ever look me up again ... after our goodbye, that is."There, now I could see it ... that was. Jones. "Deb, you want a drink?" Mr. Jones asked."Sure Frank, that sounds good." Beer, wine?" Whatever you're having," Mrs. Peterson said."Beer it is, then," said Mr. Fast. The two parents walked to the back deck where they found Abby, Ashley, Mark, and Justin all in the pool splashing around."They grow up fast," Mr. Jones said. "You're telling me," Mrs. Peterson said. "I had to police the girls' choice of swimwear today, they thought they were going to get away with wearing much less than they.