The bedroom was aired and the bedding smoothed out.I went back out to the front just in time to see Lorraine peering into next door’s garden.“Hey,...�� I called quietly. She looked over and laughed.“I feel like a peeping tom,” she said as I opened the gate and she entered my scruffy patch of grass and weeds.We sat in the kitchen under the ceiling fan and she took off her jaunty, floppy straw hat and fanned herself with it.“How long have you got?” I asked apprehensively, because although I. “Ha!” I gave a single, sarcastic laugh and grimaced at him. “Very funny. Do you ‘attaboy’ every guy who comes through your, uh, little cubicle?”“Only if they follow instructions as beautifully as you do,” he replied.Yeah, I had nothing. He commenced to pat down my arms, starting with my right, moving from hands to shoulder, then switched over to the left.“I feel like this is a little excessive, don’t you?” Man, his hands were big and warm. He wasn’t wearing gloves but I was trying really,. “Then why are you blushing?”Selene glared at her with invisible daggers shooting from her eyes, but no matter how hard she fought, talking about that night was bringing up a very erotic montage of memories in her mind, and those memories were beginning to make her aroused. Already she could feel her pussy moistening and her body temperature rising. It didn’t take long for her resolve to finally break and a flashback to flood her mind…December 24th, 2009, 10:00 pm:Selene wandered through the. I pulled back. You pressed forward.You whispered something into my ear to silence the voices. Voices that screamed like the howling shrill of wolves stalking prey in the cold, dark wood. Voices that haunted you too and only when we meshed them together would they cancel each other out.So, I leaned heavily back into you.I smelled the subtleness of your perfume. It elegantly mixed with hints of smoke and stale beer that clung to the fabric of the drunks surrounding us. It charged me. Electricity.