"Mr Anderson, where do you keep the dish soap?" "You don't have to do that sweetie." I replied but she insisted. I reluctantly agreed to let her help....I finished up out side probably just a bit too quickly. When I went inside, Lindsey was at my kitchen sink scrubbing a plate, and her bathing suit and rode up just a bit, showing the bottom of two fantastic cheeks. I don't know why she removed her towel from around her waist, but one side of my brain was thankful, the other side was scared. What could he be talking about?He began pointing out things: beatnik avant-garde poetry, Brown v. Board of Education which triggered the civil rights movement, the beginning of rock and roll, the downfall of Joseph McCarthy. "The red scare was a late-Forties phenomenon," he explained. "McCarthy represented the last phase of it. He was politically dead in 1954, when the U.S. Senate censured him. 1954 was early in the decade, any way you figure it. After that, the only people who thought there. Placing the roll with her shoes he turned his attention to her other side, sliding his hand up her leg until his fingers again found the top of the material; he felt the heat coming from her center, he ignored it for the time being and began the process of removing the stocking and caressing her leg which they both enjoyed. Depositing the second roll with the first he stood back to admire her; the breeze moved the loose wisps of hair away from her face and the moon added sparkle to her eyes. . . I suddenly rolled her over and spun her like a rag doll, hooking her knees on my shoulders.. Placing my half-hard cock at her spasming asshole, I pushed slowly as the head slid past her muscle, sliding in deep and hearing her wail … Oh God —Yess!!! Fuck My Ass !! I was glad the place wasnt open for business yet..her screams echoing thru the gym downstairs. I went all the way down to my balls and held it there to let her get used to the feeling. Her ass rolled and her muscles gripped the.