Best to be firm with her, to take a man’s commanding tone. He’d dealt with his mother’s piety. Now he would prove to this woman that he was a bu...inessman, not a plaything.“Got everything you need?”He clattered around gripping the pool vacuum along with leaf rake and algae brush. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Goddamn, standing there still in her nightwear, all rumpled and straight-out-of-bed, breasts thrusting bullet-tipped against silky fabric, as though challenging him not to look. Where the hell was this. I was left breathless. Samantha was a younger version of her mom. She was lightskin, just a little darker than I was. She was dressed in a sweater, jeans and boots that went up just past her ankles. Even in the sweater, it was clear that she had nice breasts. The jeans fit snug against her hips and her round bottom looked even firmer than her mothers. Her eyes were a light brown, and they sparkled when she smiled, and she smiled a lot.After her parents introduced us, Samantha went to put her. As he disposed of the condom (which thankfully held up under the rigorous work out it received) and began to redress, the muscles in my thighs finally unlocked and my knees buckled. Only my cramped fingers kept me from falling to the ground. He quickly caught me and lifted me, gently helped me remove my fingers from the car. He then helped me into my clothes and walked me to my car. He opened the door for me turned down my stereo and then sat me in the car.“Are you going to be alright?” he. They were talking and smiling. He said his wife was meeting him here at the bar later. His hand was on her leg, just above her knee. His hand moved up her stockinged thigh as they talked. She was acting as though nothing was happening, but she was incredibly excited that she was having such an effect on him.Soon his hand disappeared under her skirt. His hand moved up her thigh until he could feel the lace tops of her stockings.Abruptly, Jen uncrossed her legs and squeezed them tightly together,.