“Where are you going?” Brenda asked as she entered and observed me putting on my make-up. I never wore make-up on my day off, so Brenda was immedi...tely suspicious. “Just going out to have some ‘me’ time,” replied, “and find someone to mow my yard.” Brenda simply smiled. She knew my luck with guys had not been the best. She had urged me to get out more. I told her it just wasn’t me, to be going out. I was a thirty something bitch that liked staying at home. But a girl has to do what a girl has. His dick got rock hard as soon as I put it in my mouth. His cock was very pretty, bigger than average, and straight as an arrow. He had a nice smooth bod, but stayed pretty much fully clothed. I sucked his cock and licked his balls while he stayed fully silent and barely moved at all. I was starting to worry that he wasn't enjoying himself, when without warning there was that familiar salty taste in my mouth. I was a little disappointed that he came so quickly, but his cock stayed hard so I got. If I needed a reward, Nathan's smile would have been sufficient. I am not giving the brownies back, though," I added, eating the remaining crumbs in my hand.She sighed, probably in relief rather than frustration. "I keep thinking that if you weren't watching that television, or didn't remember stumbling across that hole earlier..."I told Mrs. Keremough a completely fabricated story of nearly falling down the same hole a few months ago. In fact I don't think I was ever at the dump, but hopefully. Right beneath your earlobe, a little row of kisses from there, around your jaw, and back to your lips. I tug playfully at your bottom lip. You stare into my eyes with those twinkly amber-brown orbs, and there are no words to be spoken; everything is said in those eyes: fear, longing, trust.You kiss me again. I’ll never grow tired of it, this time your lips stay locked in mine until we are disrobed. First my dress, then yours with a gentle woosh, I’m not wearing a bra, I moan softly when.