’ or ‘I have a boyfriend.’ Just ‘can’t?’ I have to say I really wasn’t used to that? Over the next few weeks I tried talking to her, di... some flirting, all of my little tricks got nowhere at all. Got her laughing, too, even doing the little flip of her hair with her hand, all of it. Interest, no doubt at all. Any good salesman can spot that with ease. I even did the duplicate her body language stuff, trying to develop one of those more personal moments. She did that right back. Then ‘Sorry, I. No big thing for me! We changed our minds though and I drove myself.Their house was not that far away from the club and in a very wooded area that was on the route to mountain resorts further up the road.It was a really nice house, four extremely large bedrooms, 3 bathroom ranch style exterior and interior. It was totally obvious that women inhabited it. Since the house isn't germane to the story I'll just leave it at that.We went into the front door, which wasn't locked, and on to the living. He pictured their sweet young asses, barely encased in their bikinis, quivering with each blow. In his dreams they fought over who would be spanked first. He'd lower their bikini bottoms and expose those tight little butt cheeks, before turning them pink. Of course he'd noticed how attractive they both were in the past, but never before thoughts like these. Shaking his head, he powered up his computer and started his letter."I thought you'd be grounded for the rest of the summer," Lynn. She kissed the head and shaft and said “That was good!” She slid my shoes from my feet and pulled my jeans down past them so that I was naked from the wait down. She rose and kissed me more passionately than I had even been kissed. Still standing against the door she pulled my t-shirt over my head and here I stood, spent and naked before my best friend’s mom and my fantasy woman.She whispered “Undress me Mike,” and I began to unbutton her PJ top. Four buttons later her shirt opened and revealed.