He'd already told her she was beautiful, so she knew he likedlooking at her. Now she would get to feel his hands on her, like she'dseen his hands mov...e on her mother's body. Her pussy creamed a little bitthinking about that. He did her arms first, talking softly about how, in afew minutes, he was going to have to touch her intimately. When hefinished with each arm he moved the wings until they were extended aboveher head. Now she was stretched out like an arrow. His hands came downthe arms. After I was better, the time sped by again and July faded into August. Everything I did was measured against seeing Callie. I loved being with her. We developed a little routine. Swimming and surfing in the mornings, then some lunch followed by a relaxing afternoon where she'd work on any weaving projects she had going on. I was fascinated by the way her hands manipulated the threads on the loom to make the various designs. She sang when she worked and it made me think of the sirens from. "Hi, Mrs. Ack - kerman," I mimicked Julie. "I had no idea you pronounced it that way." Hello, Jason," Andrea looked up and smiled. "Julie. Your dad's busy at the moment." That's all right," I said. "We wanted to see you. Mrs. A, this is Karen McCarthy. Karen, this is Gordon's mom." It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Ackerman," Karen said."And it's nice to finally meet the gorgeous redhead I've heard so much about," Mrs. Ackerman smiled. "Gordon's been telling me that his friends are dating the hottest. Oh well, I might have been nervous about the thought of living away from home, but to tell you the truth I was also very excited. As I got to the top of the stairs and put the box I was carrying down in what would be our new living room, I decided I’d worked hard enough to earn a little break. I went and grabbed a beer out of the fridge, which we had thankfully moved in at the start of the day, and took a seat on one of the more sturdy looking boxes. Rubbing the back of my sore neck, I took a.