She turns to You and from the chair You chuckle and smile saying 'she is yours... play nice'.without a word, she approaches me and i feel the softness...of her hands as they slowly begin caressing my body. the heat is burning in my cheeks as she explores my body. her hands moving across each arm, down my neck... chills sweeping through me as she teases my nipples, circling her fingers lightly around them. i feel myself becoming wetter as she traces down my stomach... my thighs. i look to You as. I know kids can eat like horses if they're active and having a good time. I wanted to make sure we had enough." What are we having and what am I cooking?" Before we go to bed tonight I want to make up a large salad for the weekend. That along with the potato salad and macaroni salad I bought will be the main meals when you cook the strip steaks, chicken breasts, hamburgers and hot dogs. I also have chips for snacking. As a surprise for you, I have a whole French apple pie along with a cherry. " My confidence restored, I began to walk up the stairs. Naturally they creaked and groaned, announcing my presence well before I got to the floor above. I pushed another door open that let me into the room. It creaked, just like every other door on the property. This was not a place for sneaking around. The room I entered was large and brightly lit with daylight streaming through several windows. The windows were fogged with age, so no one could really see through them, but they let plenty of. I looked a little like an old man trying to impress people with how young he could dress.To be honest I also expected that Mary Beth had another motive for having me deliver Maurine to her dinner. I didn’t object to meeting a nice lady. During my last hour home I did a little research on Maurine Thompson. I already knew she was a social worker for the county. I found out from her face book page that she had a college student son named Eddie.I didn’t form any opinions about Maurine based on her.