Got it I said and stepped back and handed it to him. Thanks he said and with a smile told me that my reaching the way I did he found very enjoyable an... then laughing he said maybe I should have you put it back and get it again. Then on a more serious note he said he hoped I wasn’t offended by what he had said.I did not reply but instead I took the bottle off him and put it back in the same way I had taken it to start with. As I did it I felt his cock poke my belly and his lips on my neck again.. I forgot that you were here.”“Hey, it’s fine with me. I’d rather see than a good-looking guy in shorts.” As she spoke her gaze traveled over my body, pausing just long enough on the growing bulge in the front of my shorts to tell me she found it very interesting.“Coffee?” she asked, getting to her feet. “Sure,” I said, sitting down. “Thanks.”As she got up from her chair and moved toward the kitchen, I got a look at her gorgeous ass. The well-oiled movement of those beauties as she walked sent a. TheDormobile is still parked outside the barn. It's locked, of course, andalthough I'm desperate enough to consider wrapping the sleeve of my jacketaround my fist and smashing one of the side windows I'd have more chance ofswallowing the engine whole than of starting it without the keys. I waste afew more precious seconds rattling the barn door, already beginning to feelas if I'm fighting for a lost cause.Somehow I bully myself into thinking more positively. I'm more than twentymiles from home,. It took me a while to realize she was playing without music, completely from memory. She had people throughout the room spell-bound with the beauty of the music. I went to stand beside her as the Prelude came to its conclusion. Sandy was playing with her eyes tightly shut, squeezing out tiny tears that had streaked down her face. When she finished, she placed her hands in her lap and gave a choked sigh and then opened her eyes to the applause that surrounded her. She looked up at me and then.