’ ‘Retired?’ ‘It was offered and I took it.’ ‘Looking for a soft place to land?’ Her eye were focused on mine. My answer mattered. I had... no idea why. ‘Looking, but without urgency. I could wander around for months or settle somewhere.’ ‘When you settle, then what?’ She sipped her coffee and seemed genuinely interested. I noticed that she was fit, clean at two o’clock in the afternoon, and seemed interested in me. For a cook to be clean at two seemed to be beyond belief, but then, I wasn’t more. I am sure men regard 'Jail-Bait' as amongst the most desirable, well we girls who are 'Jail-Bait', believe that to be the case, so when you feel desired, you get wet in your pussy, and your tiny cotton knickers reflect that desire, as I am sure you lucky men who have taken school girls knickers down, can attest to our sweetish tasting secretions, in the crotch soakings of our discarded knickers. I can remember once standing naked from the waist down against a cold brick wall, my knickers and. Luke wondered at the change. Was it the result of something we did, or something I said? Or was it an inevitable transition; a shift from total immersion in an exciting new relationship to the delicate balancing act we’re engaged in now? When it comes time to make a decision, will she remember all the times she told me she belonged to me, will she assign that role to her husband, or will she instead insist — as she did in the forest — that she belongs to no one but herself?On the other hand,. She was in the middle of getting ready.She showed me the dryer. The dryer vent had also come loose. I had just fixed the switch, while she stretched over the machine to show me the vent. I was in shock. She had exposed herself completely. She was so nervous about the dryer. She wrangled the back of it. Her ass was jiggling, she was 10 lbs. overweight, shorter than tall, brunette with pale skin. She propped up on one foot exposing her beautiful pussy, I put my hand on her calf. I wanted to.