But over the past few months there had been a slight shift in the dynamics. Mr. Richards was a lot more friendlier. He joked around more and he starte...d to rub her shoulders or touch her arm. When they sat on the couch alone he would pat her knees. Cindy started to wear short skirts or dresses when she babysat so she could feel his hands over her smooth skin.Cindy came over last night in a low neckline tee shirt revealing a little cleavage and a short skirt two inches above her knees. She was. ’ ‘I, I, I can’t believe this how could you possibly know all this. I’ve got it, you must know that rotten bastard of an ex-boyfriend of mine David, that’s it huh?’ ‘(A), I have no idea who Dave is, and (B), look at this,’ I said as I handed her my computer doctored picture. ‘OOH MY GOD, where did you get this, that frigging David must have taken it when I was asleep or something.’ ‘I promise you I don’t know your David and I assure you I took that picture myself.’ ‘That’s impossible, I don’t. The stewardess then got to our row. “Would you care for a drink?” “I’ll have a cup of coffee.” “Do you have Pepsi?” “Sure, honey.” The stewardess poured the man some coffee and gave him sugar and milk. She poured me the soda and gave me the cup and the can. I took a sip and again the man’s hand was on my thigh. He moved my skirt up a little higher on my leg and then started to rub my pussy through my panties. I had never experienced something like that, but was enjoying him playing with. "Why?" Because you're the only bloke who I let screw me without one and as I don't want to get pregnant, I'm asking you to put one on - just for me." No way, Linda! I don't wear 'em. I don't wear socks in the bath and I'm not putting one of them on when I fuck a girl. Now shut that mouth of yours and go get me another beer."Linda pouted at you but got up onto her hands and knees. You couldn't help yourself and slapped the tempting target of her bare posterior, her firm pale flesh quivering.