"Your name is Alexis."He knew that was an absurd thing to say, especially as he watched the nearly-naked woman who'd just sucked him off wipe the last...traces of his come from her mouth with the back of her hand.Now tidy, she smiled. "And you are?" Brendan, ma'am." Well, Brendan, time for you to take your piss break."She reached up and aimed his cock at her powder blue-clad, barely-covered breasts."Oh ma'am, I want to. I really do. I think you're hot as hell, but I don't know if I can-" Say. Since her father had passed and Presley was not a child she was now entitled to run her own estate, carry the family name and presume a life of her own, Presley herself had always wanted to be an archaeologist like her father, the knack for adventure it seemed, was passed down. Mr Burnum was the family lawyer, a man Presley had seen in passing throughout her childhood and a friend of her father, today he would be coming to discuss how the estate is to be run and as Presley hoped, give her. But truthfully, those were concepts that had not even dawned on my burgeoning awareness. My mind, my being, was filled with only one thought. There was other. I was not alone. All my desire and my being was focused on other.When you have but one thought and it keeps playing over and over again, time crawls. How many times can you count to one in an hour? A day? An eternity? And yet I was never bored. I was refreshed with every thought of other. Deep within me, I yearned for other.The next. “No way,” Mary replied. “I never thought to look at his feet, I’m always looking at his crotch, ha ha ha”, she responded. “And anyway he is always looking at my butt so I know he is interested in me in more ways than just a neighbor. But he is so shy. He never says anything off color or suggestive. This could be more difficult than you think.”“I know that. But I have caught him looking at you when you are bent over in the flower beds. And I am sure he is not admiring your plants, maybe your.