We counted on convincing them to skinny dip or even catch some rays in the nude. I was starting to get a boner just thinking about it. Ms. P must have...noticed the growing bulge under my cutoff jeans because she smiled and winked at me before excusing herself. I watched her cute butt rock back and forth as she walked into the house. Marc punched me in the arm and said, "Quit ogling my mom, you jerk!" I can't help it, she's a hottie," I teased."Maybe so, but," Marc started to say..."No buts about. I jump into the back of the van, and you are halfway back checking the load. You pull your phone out of your pocket, and you make a sound in the back of your throat as you see that last few messages I sent. You send me a reply, and drop your phone into you pocket again just as my phones text tone goes off loudly behind you.You jump up and swear, turning to face me.. it only takes you a moment to realize who you have in the truck trailer with you. You take 4 big steps to meet me and you look. By night, though, it's sweat, eyes, smiles, gasps, thighs, sweets breasts, wet pussy and rock n roll for me.I met her at a club. I don't even remember which fuck'in club, now, everything that came afterward was so much more important. She stood out, mostly from the way she moved. Blonde, tall, attractive, reeking from smarts and strength as well as perfume. Not just another woman. Not by a long shot. Most women are interesting, and most are a lot sexier than they think they are. But this woman. ‘Are you avoiding me, Emma?’ He pulled back and started pacing around the room. ‘Cause I’ve been trying to figure it out, trying to think about what I’ve done wrong, and fuck it all, short of possibly shooting a pigeon with a BB gun for fun, I don’t know.’ Shooting a bird with a plastic gun had crossed a line for her. Adam had a heartless streak in him that was often equated with ‘just being a boy,’ but Emma would always call him out. Her ability to cut through his bullshit was sharper than.