Don't you think I'm too young for you?" I asked."It depends on you. But what really intrigues me is what you were doing in that bar." He asked looking...at me again and putting his hand in my thigh. I automatically put my hand over his, to take it off, but I felt his warmth on my leg, it felt great, so i left it there and he started to caress my leg, up and down, getting his fingers close to my groin sometimes, under the edge of my halter dress... And the weird thing was: it didn't bother me at. Jasmine called her boss and told him she had inherited her grandmother’s house and estate, and would not be returning. The Feds had it all set up when he checked it out, and they had copies of everything from the death certificate to the will available to ‘hack’. Mr. Moody tired to talk her into coming back, citing their deep connection and feelings for each other, and Jasmine actually seemed sad when she refused.Jen and I were outside a home three states away before daylight on a February. In fact, the entire attempt was basically a total and complete failure...except for the one experience I'm going to relate now.....I heard someone saying: "Hey! Hey, you!"I looked up and there was this super fancy white limo, with darkened windows pulling up along the street where I'd been walking, and the driver had rolled down the passenger side front window and was leaning over in order to make eye contact with me. He was smiling."Ya wanna make a hundred bucks?" He asked, still smiling. Shawna heard him groan softly as she felt her nipple harden. In a tight voice she had never heard before, he said, "Time for bed, Sweetie. School tomorrow." She didn't want to move, but woodenly slid off his lap and went to her room. As she got ready for bed, she noticed that her panties were sopping wet. The fullness between her legs kept her awake long after midnight. She kept touching her breast and her wetness with restless wonder. Her last thoughts before drifting off were of.