"You were just so beautiful that I couldn't control myself." I said it's all right."If you weren't so almighty virtuous it would be even more all righ...t. I don't know, sometimes I think you don't even care. If you'd only show a little..." Let's not discuss it, Ralph. I'm more tired than I thought." She yawned without much conviction. "Maybe it's just as well to get to bed early for once."To save up energy for the Franklins' party tomorrow night, she thought. Cleonora was right about one thing. I. It was the weekend and time to cut lawns again, and make some cash in order to save for college. That was the cover story, the front. What it really had become was an excuse to live out some sexual fantasies and enjoy some attention from an older guy who liked what I had and what I did. I felt like I was getting ready for a date. I showered—I showered to cut grass in 80-degree weather. I put on shorts this time, and decided to pass on the boxers. If his cock could hang out of his terrycloth. His hand moved to his lap, I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I had a good idea, and that was fine by me. I turned the knobs of the shower and continued to strip. I took off my blouse, took off my bra, and paused to lift each large, full breast, so I could lick my own nipples. I could just detect the slow movement of his right arm, and noticed the look of concentration on his face. Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my knickers, I pushed them to the floor and stepped out of them. I turned. I pack up a cooler with water and food. I put on my bikini and my cover up. I pack the car and drive over there. The beach is not too far away. I find the perfect spot and lay out the blanket. I take off my bikini, and rub the suntan lotion all over my body. The beach is crowded. Some people have bathing suits on, and others are nude like myself. I lay down on my back and start to sunbathe. The sun is beating down on my body. My skin is feeling very hot. I get up and walk to the waters edge. I.