As her gaze wandered lazily down along his torso, she felt a twinge of desire between her thighs. He was tall ... she was sure of it, even though he w...s sitting down and the car was dark ... somehow she was sure. The flowing silk shirt and black denim jeans he wore did little to conceal his powerful, muscular frame, but rather seemed to enhance it. His facial features, however, were almost entirely hidden by shadows, even in the relatively bright glow of the car's instrument panel."Who is this. You were bursting out of those stupidly tight shorts and tank top. God, your fucking body. And that bright smile and mischievous eyes. I couldn't just let you walk away without a word." "I thought you were a freak when you offered me the money for...this." "I am a freak, I suppose. But I promise to keep the worst of me in check." "If you say so. Um...are we gonna...? I mean, are you gonna...ya know? Do it?" "Oh yes," he sighed. He kept stroking his cock close enough to her face to feel the. ‘Exactly. You didn’t want people thinking ‘here comes pretty boy Wolfe with his money’ you wanted to make your own way. Same for me.’ ‘Pretty boy?’ ‘I think you have selective hearing. The point is I’m shit, and if you’re smart you’ll stay far away.’ He stepped inside, set his half empty bottle down on the counter, and rolled up his sleeve. ‘I got this in the Brig, Pendleton.’ I recognized it at last. Marine. ‘Shit.’ My father had been stationed at Pendleton when he was heading off to Vietnam,. "It's ok honey," she said walking over to me giving me a hug."Here," she said handing me the bra.I turned around unwrapped the towel from my chest and put my arms thruthe straps of the bra. Reaching behind me I was trying to hook it butended up getting only two of the three hooks leaving the first onesticking up."Let me give you hand," Mom unhooked and rehooked the bra properly andthen handed me the robe.I put on the robe and then the fresh pair of panties that she handed me,tied the cord on.