It was back to regular babysitting jobs for me, and the stash I had earned from Ron slowly dwindled in spite of my spending very conservatively. I ha...d acquired expensive tastes -- no more cheap stuff for me! On that last day, Ron and Terry were packing the car as the moving van drove off with their junk. I was watching the kids to keep them out of the adults' hair. Ron came inside and whispered that I should meet him in the basement in a few minutes. We met in a little storage room, and he. Been busy. It’s all going according to plan.” Tinsel waits a moment then says, “Yes. I’m sure it’ll work. Trust me. Love you.” She hangs up the phone and walks down the block.Her old neighborhood hasn’t changed too much. She walks by old Mr. Brown’s orchard. He is using a spade to clear some obtrusive grass from the entrance. She stops and crouches down across from the old man. “Hey, Mr. Brown. Remember me? Tinsel?”He looks at her. She is wearing a tight red shirt and a very short skirt. She. ” Tommy said with a rather sarcastically. Random thoughts flooded my mind again. God! I had to admit that he did he look good and he smelled even better. I feel like sucking on his lips and his those hands and Oh! and just remembering his co...! I had to fight with myself and push the memories of how good his cock felt inside me out of my mind. Just the thought of his “cock” started to get me wet so I just nudged my head at him and did not say a word. I sat down and tried not to. .. very ... wet.But what I wanted to do now, first and foremost, and almost more than anything else at the moment, was kiss those full passionate looking lips of hers. And spend some time just enjoying that!I leaned over, kissing her, sweetly, softly at first. Though as I did, my left hand, with a mind of its own perhaps, gingerly began kneading and caressing her right breast. The feel of her pliant, soft tender skin gave me goose bumps. Her nipples long ago hard, now perhaps even more so as my.