Mom came in quietly behind me and I didn’t notice her until she stood beside me, resting one hand on the counter in front of us. She looked out the ...indow just as Dad stood and carried something into the greenhouse, leaned my way and pressed her hip against mine, curling her arm around my waist to rest her hand on my hip.“He certainly enjoys his gardening these days, doesn’t he?”“Yes,” I agreed, slipping my arm around her, resting it in the same spot on her hip.“He’s more and more in his own. She was dating, though she’d said it wasn’t serious. Birgit had done the same thing and that had led directly to her death. I didn’t expect Karin to die, but I was pretty sure that our relationship would, at least so far as having a future together as a couple was concerned.June/July, 1984, Dalarna, SwedenWe drove the rest of the way in silence, except for the music coming from the in-dash tape player of her parents’ Volvo. I watched the gorgeous countryside roll by the windows as we drew. My nipples popped up, and I'm sure I blushed. I played for time by pouring him a big cup of coffee and sashaying over to him, holding in front of me like a chalice. He took the cup and leaned down and gave me a ravenous kiss. My poise was ruined as I pressed up against him and whimpered, his semi-hard cock branded the skin above my belly button. I tried to keep the game going, "Does my master desire anything else?" But it sounded more needy than sultry. Oh well.He nodded and moved towards the. The poor widow’s gardening tools were gathering dust and her sweet slit was occupied around the clock. In a way, Betty was envious but she busied herself with the gardening and patiently waited for her own true love to come along someday. Still, she was surprised that several of the visitors to the widow’s sitting room were dark-skinned and that was something unattached white ladies didn’t normally do in a small town.It had to be one of the hottest days of the year, but Betty was outside.