It bugged him. Really, they were her nipples and her panties so she could show them to anybody she wanted, but that was the special thing she did with... him, and he always thought it was just him. He had pulled up his shirt so she could see his chest, but big deal. He was a boy after all. One time he had summoned up the courage to drop his pants and let her see him in his undershorts. They had almost got caught that time so they agreed to not take anything off at school, even though they could. I could see a pair of long legs that met together at the Y. The skirt was folded over her butt and she wasn't wearing panties. Her ass was twitching back and forth and I could hear her saying Hey. I ran next door and up the drive and didn't hesitate a second . I dropped my pants and rammed it home I heard her draw in her breath and say “Whoa!” I slid my hands up under her shirt and grasped her bra less titties. Her nipples were like bullets I rolled them around between my thumbs and fingers,. She loved accents and the accent abounding here could certainly get a girls pulse racing. The beat of the drums set the rhythm of the music as the crowd poured along the street. People were dressed in all types of costumes and or masks. Beads were loaded around their necks and as she joined the throng, a swarthy Latin looking man put a set of beads around hers and smiled at her. “Not that you need any decoration to make you look any more beautiful, Ma’am” he told her. Fran blushed and thanked. And, began my 10-mile walk home.The next morning I woke up early. I took a quick shower and got ready for the short drive to Monica's place. As I walked outside the early summer heat hit me in the face. Today was going to be a hot one, and it would make working in the sun a bitch. All I could hope for was, her tractor was parked in the shade, or in the barn.I drove up Monica's driveway, the first thing I saw was, her tractor was parked right in the middle of her 100-acre yard. "Oh shit," I.