”“That’s your best pickup line?” Taylor retorted, facing the boy. “Has that line ever worked?”Some of the other students in the hallway ov...erheard the exchange and laughed at the boy. “You must spend a lot of time with your hand since you don’t seem to know how to pick up girls.” Taylor added as she and Xander walked away. The brought more laughter from the crowd at the obnoxious kid.“You handled that great,” Xander commented.“He was an asshole,” Taylor said. “Mom taught me how to deal with. I convulsed with laughter then immediately choked on my tea, spluttering stupidly as I inhaled the warm liquid. Jake flew round the table and patted me firmly on the back with his right hand as if to help me breathe again. I noticed that throughout this lifesaving act, his left hand was high on my thigh, squeezing my leg close to my groin “Are you okay?” Mum asked anxiously. I nodded through my giggles, noting with pleasure that Jake’s arm remained around my shoulder and his hand on my thigh. DearGod! She knew it was a sin. She knew it. But she couldn’t stop playing with her son’sdear, sweet body while her crotch cried out for satisfaction.“Mommy, can you figure out what’s wrong with it?” twelve-year-old Timmy asked ashis mother bent over the fender of their ancient Ford and stared at the engine.“Quiet!” said the lad’s twin sister, Beth. “Let Mama think.”Marcella, hearing the approach of a vehicle along the back-country road, bent a bitfarther and elevated her hips. The breeze,. I drank in the sight of her as if I had all the time in the world. Actually, I no longer had the concept of time; my whole world had become those long, shapely, juicy legs. They seemed to put on a show with myself as the only audience member. They shifted, they danced, they posed, and then they repositioned to do it all again. It seemed like hours before I was finally able to tear my gaze away from those sensual appendages and allow my eyes to wander up the rest of the package back to that.