I turned around and saw her. She was wearing a short black dress. It fitted her better than I remembered. It hugged each of her smooth curves and ende... mid-thigh level, her long legs shown off perfectly. The neckline of the tight black silk dress swung very low. She had a large amount of cleavage showing, which was further emphasized by the cut of the dress.There was no need for a bra in this dress; it was a bare shoulder dress. The dress pushed her already large but firm 36C fleshy globes up. They try sometimes. I watch them as they try to turn their heads away; but they can't."She didn't turn her head, but she slowly tilted it to the left, her eyes remaining locked on the watch. "Will you swing it for me?" she asked, barely above a whisper. "Please? Like you do with Dee? With Brenda?" I just want to talk awhile," I persisted, shifting the watch slowly from one hand to the other. This was happening too fast. "We can talk, and maybe I'll swing the watch later. Like I do with Dee.. "Oh hell, you are enjoying yourself aren't you?" After a moments pause, "Come on now, you can admit it to little old me." On the word me he pushes his bulge against you suggestively. You're screaming out in your mind, but you're not sure if it's in wanting to kill this man or urge him onward.He lightly pinches your nipple and an excited moan vibrates throughout you. "Fuck baby, I can't do this anymore. We've got to go right now. I've got to be inside of you." Fuck it. Do your worst. I'll make. It was accessed by a tiny steep stairway that felt close even for kids. The kids never could figure out how all that stuff got up there, since a lot of it was lots bigger than the stairway. There was a whole bedroom set up there, and lots of trunks and boxes. Uncle Bob had laughed when they asked him about it, and pointed at two big barn type doors that opened into the attic on one end of the building. There was a big pulley and platform that stuff could be pulled up on.So, hearing noises, Lori.