”“How early can you be home?”“Noon?”“Okay. I can take the morning off.”“You’re your own boss,” he reminded her.“A busy boss,” ...he reminded him.“I’ll work when I get home.”“Please.”They looked at each other, not being demonstrative in front of her kids. It had been a loving weekend with him and her and Cheryl. Just the three of them. Cheryl and Joe would be with Joanne, and then be with each other, having sated their other lover. Everyone else seemed to have parties after the show. Cheryl and. " Believe me; you wouldn't want to look at my bare feet tonight. The reason I'm not wearing shoes is that I stubbed my toe on one of those damned crates in the back room."I heard her giggle. "Why are you re-reading the letters?" I remembered something that Aunt Elsie wrote. I have it here: 'I hope you won't hate me, Mackey, but I've done something without asking your permission. I sent your description of the fighting on the island to the local newspaper, and guess what, my Sweet? The editor. Ben moved his hand higher stroking lightly Lisa’s upper leg. I slipped my hand between her legs just easing them apart slightly and pushing her skirt even higher so her panties were showing. Ben continued to stroke her inner thighs getting closer and closer to her panty covered cunt. While Ben watched I ran my finger over her panties along the crack of her cunt. I could feel a moistness Lisa was obviously getting very aroused. I could feel Ben’s fingers quite close to mine so I moved my hand. Her dirty little fantasy most of the males gleefully obliged. The one across the river had been especially eager to live out her desires, even catching her unawares in the fields. Not even that had made her feel this numb and alive at the same time.A hand caressed down her body, slipping between her thighs that she tried to press together. Every ounce of her wanted to resist him but she knew it wouldn’t be possible. He was going to have her. The more she fought him, the longer this would.