Much as I’d enjoyed relieving Stephen of all that pent up boy tension, my own swollen vulva, damp labia and dribbling pussy were persistently remind...ing me that the proper place for his cock was buried amongst their soft, welcoming folds. So I hoped, that with my breasts and bottom barely concealed beneath the damp cotton that clung to their gentle curves and with my swollen and hairless, naked pussy on permanent display between my smooth thighs, that Stephen would find me an invitation. It showed that Kelley had parked the vehicle in second gear."In other words, you drove all the way here in second gear," I laughed."I tried to change gears, but it makes an annoying noise if you don't do it right." Is this the only car your uncle has?" I asked, as I depressed the clutch and practiced moving the floorboard gearshift through the various gears."I'm afraid this is the only one," Kelley said, before adding. "Don't expect too much, Honey. It's sort of depressing really."I was turning. I saw a bloke about my age and said that I'd like to make an appointment to see the manager. He said I'd have to talk to the manager's PA.I said "Okay." He didn't do anything, so I asked "Where is he or she?" He gestured towards a desk. I went there and an older woman quizzed me. I repeated my request. She said: "Is this about an account or a loan?" I began to get impatient. This was not good customer service."No," I said. "My wife and I already have accounts here. I'd like to talk to someone. I agreed, in spite of the rise it got out of me, that I would behave myself. Every time I entered the attic for another piece of furniture, I had a near overwhelming desire to run downstairs, bend Kelly over the kitchen counter and fuck her silly. Knowing that I would get absolutely nothing accomplished, I held my libido in check. After a month of feverish work we had two bedrooms completed and ready for guests. We got a phone call from a single mother who, along with her daughter, was coming.