I said to my self I would give her until 7 pm and then go to my back up plan. While I was watching television I heard a knock on the door around 6:45 ...and when I opened the door it was her. She was wearing, this long blue jeans skirt that was right at her ankle, with a split on either side up to her thighs, and this pink “V” neck blouse and black heels. As she walk by I was checking her out especially that amazing ass shaking in her jeans skirt. She put her purse down on the bed and sat across. With a soft moan against his lips, Beccy returns his kiss hungrily, sucking gently on his tongue, loving being kissed by Daniel. She looks deeply into his eyes, seeing the hunger that only she can still there. He returns her gaze, peering into her green pools of passion, his mouth ablaze as the kiss lingers. Lightly pulling back, softly brushing lips as she reaches for more. His eyes continue to meet hers, lit with a mischievous sparkle as his mouth returns to its journey. Down her chin, she. All those memories… Shaunna was crying now. Dry, breathless sobs sucked air out of her lungs and burnt her insides. How she missed the touching. Those delicate but strong hands that could transport her to another world in a few minutes, haunted her. She ached to press her lips to the faint blue nerves on the back of that hand. She yearned for just one more touch of that palm against her cheek as she fell asleep, for running her thumb over the life-giving veins in that delicate wrist. There was. .” “Oh thank god,” the lady gasped, with hidden reservations. “I’ll get Carl ... Oh no he’s at market with Benny, Oh dear, but thank you thank you.”Her haughty, starchy attitude had frozen quickly and I guess it was because I’d given her bad news about her obviously much loved bovine. “Who are you anyway?” she challenged, the upper crust inner person re-emerging. “Mick, Carl’s brother, staying a few days with him,” I explained getting some nods. “Would you like a job too Michael?” she asked..