With the pimply faced waiter gone, mom leans right into the table, hissing at me, “Is this some kind of joke?” She doesn’t look amused and my he...rt is beating so fast that I am already regretting ever putting voice to my thoughts.Just then a server arrived with our starter soup.We ate in silence and I feared the rest of the evening would continue this way. Mom ate without looking up, her face bright red and looking very pissed.Before the soup was gone she looks up slowly and asks in a forced. Once again, Barry was struck with a sense of disbelief at what was happening. He had never heard of Stacy Richards acting like this, even when she was going steady with someone. Even someone popular. Nevertheless, he continued fondling the offered breasts, content to let Stacy make the next move.That move wasn't long in coming. Stacy took a deep breath, opened her eyes and then leaned back on the seat, away from Barry. She sat back against the car door and pulled up her skirt, revealing her. His hazy face disappeared from her view into the soft fleece as he planted wet tickling kisses on the still closed aperture, his tongue flicking lizard- like at the quivering opening.Her own hands moved sensuously down over her throbbing breasts and slid slowly down her smooth, flat stomach, coming to rest on either side of his lips. Her fingers stroked softly for a moment at the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, then, slowly spread the fleshy hair-lined lips of the moist wet furrow apart,. "Holly and Darien will be better," Shirley predicted. "Tomorrow, I want you to tell me everything again and we'll study our parts on the way back to school. When are we leaving?"I had planned on waiting until the weekend, Saturday at the earliest. We still had Jeanie's New Years party and I wanted to talk to Mr. Oldham about my responsibilities as 'point man' for the Atlanta building."How about Wednesday, the second of January?" I asked, knowing that she was anxious to leave the Oldham.