Especially when she made her mind up to leave the paths of manmade material and wander between graves on the grass, the heels sinking into the soft gr...und. She kept her feet moving though, he was here somewhere if he spotted her he would catch her if he could. Running on the soft earth would likely break her ankles if she tired. The soft fringe of lace on the short skirt caressed her legs as she went, touching the headstones. Finally giving up on the footwear simply stopped and sat on the. ’ Upon entering, my eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim lighting. ‘Good evening Mr. Preston, right this way.’ Alexandra led me to a table in the back. I always made sure I came when she was working. We have known each other since she started working here four years ago. She is twenty-five years old, five feet tall with hazel brown eyes. Her black hair reaches the middle of her back. Tonight she wore a short brown pleated skirt, with a cashmere V-neck sweater that accentuated her ample. I wanted to say yes, but we were alone and I was a bit too horny plus I didn’t have a costume. I bit a lip chewing on it before answering. ‘I don’t have a swim suite and Jess’s won’t fit’. I said looking down at my chest to back up my last comment. He smiled at that and just said. ‘You can just go skinny dipping then’. He laughed and winked at me. I must have sat staring at him like a gaping fish he just kept smiling and walked away. When he was gone I flipped through the channels, getting. I still had one of mother's wrists in hand and held her firmly in place - determined not to be tickled any further. I am no longer a seven year old boy for gods sake!There before me was her denim covered bottom, her sweater having being thrown up to her waist in the initial landing upon my lap. With barely a thought I brought up my free hand and watched it descend almost as if it was in slow motion so that it landed loudly upon mothers round soft bottom.Suddenly all is quiet in the room. Mother.