The man took a picture of the “George” plate with his cell phone, then pulled into the driveway of the house across the street, backed down, and d...ove off. About twenty minutes later, Monica was done. Talking with Blake, she emphasized that the party be kept secret. “This cannot get out, do you understand me? It cannot get out.” Blake smiled. “Uh huh. What’s with you? You used to be our favorite party girl. The St. Veronica Slut. Now you’re going undercover? What up?” “I shouldn’t be doing this. Lucy and I were able to load the scooter using the ramp and wench. It also took some muscle. It always did when I used those things to load landscape business tools into the truck bed. Sometimes even the Cub Tractor had to be moved with the truck alone.I had the scooter tied down, and the ramps stored beside it, during our next hour’s drive to the holler. There were some really bad roads as we neared Lucy’s Mama’s place. I was glad that every thing was strapped down.When we parked the truck in. And then their mother called when she arrived at the airport, and theyfound themselves waiting in the living room together, watchingsomething they didn't care about on TV. It wasn't really conscious oneither of their parts. He was anxious, and she was anxious, and theyjust kind of hung out together because neither one wanted the other tobe alone with their mother at that point.She finally showed up with a tired expression and suitcases in hand,took one look at them, and mutual misunderstanding. I start to pulled her shirt from her jeans, I need to feel her warm skin. Running my hands up her back her skin felt both soft and warm. We parted enough for me to pull her shirt over her head (I was in no mood to deal with the buttons), her skin was pale and beautifully smooth to the touch, her bra was all that now stood between me and her delightful looking breasts, cupping them in my hands I gently massaged them through her bra feeling her hard nipples in the palms of my hands. Denise.