We wouldn’t have had so much enjoyment if a phone was in there.”“Just because the phone’s in there, doesn’t mean we have to use it,” she s...id and kissed a finger and placed it on his lips. “Now I must go and phone Sophie. She’ll be worried.”“OK and I’ll drive you home.”“There’s no need…..”“There’s also no trains,” John said. “And I’ll be cheaper than a cab all the way to Croydon.”“Thank you, John. Then you’d better stay. I’ll get Sophie to make up a bed in the spare room. And we’d better. He had wanted to be with her for so long, but understood her shyness and did not want to move to quickly and scare her off. As her slacks moved down her thighs, he leaned forward to kiss the exposed skin. His lips were soft as they followed her waistband down her thighs, over her knees and down her calves. He did not know when she had removed her shoes but was glad. Her slacks slid easily across her ankles and off as he tossed them aside. She could hear his breathing, shallow and rapid, but. Little kids who ain’t teens yet gits to stay at school and the teachers babysits em in some govmint program. Us older ones is on our own.One of the girls wuz in the fifth grade and had a few smarts so she figgered out we could make our own Boys and Girls Club like in the city. Now Ah gotta tell ya that there are three famlies that live in sharecropper cabins on this big farm. Not far away is a big barn with a room where farmhands used to sleep. It still has some old furniture and a woodstove. I realize now that my wife Angeles had planted the idea in mymind. I like women who look like her, short, with olive-colored skin,dark hair, and figures with exaggerated busts and bottoms. Not only do Ifind that look exciting but, being short myself, I appreciate havingsomeone I don't have to literally look up to. She kept k**ding me abouthow a trip south of the border would let me ogle as much of that type asI could stand. She even hinted that, when I got wildly aroused, as sheknew I.