Yes, he was strong and athletic and funny and good to her. Yes, his coach said that he was going places, maybe even the NFL. He was smart, although no...here near Candy’s 145 IQ – something only a select few knew about. On paper, he seemed to be the perfect man. It was in the real world that Clint’s perfect image fell apart. He was so many things, tall and handsome and sun-bronzed and well hung. He dressed like a young man ought to dress, he said the right things and did the right things. Almost.. Throwing on my jacket I make for the front door and compliment Mercy on what she's wearing, a light blue shift dress and hold up stockings, not a thing more ,except her medium height spiked heels. She knows I get a massive thrill from her not wearing underwear and obliges me at every opportunity, mainly I think, as she knows it makes our spontaneous fucking so much easier. I've lost count of the amount of times we've given in to the urge and ended up in semi- public places fucking like. He clenched his teeth and said, "Sure you are Mother. You're sorry you ruined everything. Are you trying to destroy my life? I'll be the laughing stock all over school now." Allison suddenly felt bad. But not as bad as she should have. She sat gently on the bed next to Chris. She conjured up a tear in her eye. "I am sorry. I thought you and Melissa had left." "That's a lie mother. You knew that we were still there. Why did you do it?" Suddenly Chris knew the answer; she was jealous. However, he. "Excellent. Then can I say that we have an agreement?" "What kind of an agreement do you have in mind, Sir?" Lisa asked. "Well – I have some interests I'd like to explore. It would destroy the surprise if I had to go into too much detail now, wouldn't you say?" The women sat in silence, both coming to terms with what Mr. Roberts had said. "But for tonight I will let the two of you go on home. We will take this up again tomorrow. Meanwhile, you can think about what you have done and ponder.