?" I persisted."Should what. Oh, have it on with George?" he whispered, dropping his voice from prying ears.George looked at me levelly. He thought it...over. Considering his answer. George really should not have taken that long to answer. He really shouldn't have!"No,... No, I'm not saying that. Not really." He looked down at his plate before speaking again, and then took a fork full of Apple tart and leaned across to feed it to me. I opened my mouth and tasted the rich sweet dessert, crunchy on. Opens a certain....lock in the....basement. Take the....contentshome....and you will....know what to do....I will be....fine....now go..."she whispered in between each labored breath before suddenly fallingasleep.Charlie looked at the sleeping woman with a wide eyed gaze, his mouthwordlessly flapping about as he stepped away slowly. The key sitting inhis hand with a slight tingle as he continued to back away until bumpinginto a familiar form. Charlie quickly turned around to see a tired. Tiffany heard him come home and she laid real still, breathing steadily and heavy. She sensed him standing near her. She knew he was getting a good, up-close look at her teenage breast and panty covered pussy. An eternity passed. Her nipples hardened. She tried to just barely open her eyes to spy on him. He was rubbing his cock thru his pants. It was hard already. She rolled over onto her back, pulling her shirt even further as she stretched. Bother of her breasts were now exposed to his gaze,. To me, Christie seemed to be a very mature and intelligent girl. It wasn't until months later that she brought up the subject of boys. By then, she and I had become quite comfortable around each other.To say I felt attracted to her would be a gross understatement, but it wasn't sexual, per se'. Oh, I had noticed how beautiful she was. I mean, laws and society be damned, a healthy and happy sixteen-year-old girl will heat the blood of any man when she's around him enough.I became enthralled by.