We walked around the park for a while, played like kids on the swing set for a few minutes, then found a quiet spot in a lesser-used section of the pa...rk to eat what I'd packed. "Ohhh, wine," she said as she checked out the basket. "Yep, stole it from my mom. There's also French bread, cheese, a few different types of meats, and some fruit. The usual stuff I carry around with me." I winked. She laughed. We ate and drank and chatted for a while, shutting out the rest of the world. Every time she. It was those thoughts that motivated me, prevented another week ofsimply moping around my cabin. I was scared, but on some level I waslooking forward to being seen and earning fresh recognition as a woman.I was working with a blank slate, but it wasn't like the old me wasparticularly loved.I learned how true that was in the coming weeks and months, as no onequestioned my disappearance. It was somewhat angering, but notunexpected. That people simply assumed I'd been killed in the woodsactually. My hands were still clasped in front of me, very awkwardly, my mouth felt dry. She looked me straight in the eye and asked, “How old are you Jimmy?” I blinked a couple of times and said, “I was sixteen last month.” She looked down to my hands and uncrossed her legs; she took hold of both my hands, one in each of hers and prized them apart. The protrusion in my pants made by my cock was very evident. She looked back up in to my eyes and said, “My little Jimmy, let’s see what you have there.”. After all, she volunteered to let me fuck her in the hallway a few minutes ago. I think she would have, too!If it was any other woman but Mouse I might have moved a little slower ... or a lot slower. But after what happened between us this morning and early afternoon, and after learning as much about her as I have, I'm convinced that this is the best plan, for both of us. What I have in mind for her at Sweet Nothings is just the sort of thing that brought us together. I just wish my damned cock.