"Hello, Mr Bettencourt. It's very nice to meet you. I'm Martha,Chrissie's mother."I took her warm hand and pressed my lips to the backs of her fingers...."The pleasure is all mine Martha, and please call me Andi." Please sit down, Andi." She indicated a chair somewhat flustered by myold fashioned gesture. "Would you like a glass of wine?" I nodded."Chrissie darling," she said "please serve the wine."She sat opposite and examined me closely, scrutinising my clothes, I wassure she recognized. I feel my pussy lips slipping against each other. Oh baby, it doesn't take much. I slide under your light touch as your hand moves around and across and over my attentive breasts. I am dying for you to touch my pussy but you keep your hands high, teasing me and making my body strain against you. This is the way to start a day. I am groaning and grinding my body against your lone hand. Abruptly, I moan loudly and roll to face you. You respond immediately – your face diving down to kiss me as. So I was rather pleasantly surprised when she entered my shop area one evening close to Midnight. Figuring she just wanted a light, I reached for my matches but instead she asked if the dark-blue car she'd seen my drive off in the parking lot one night was mine.Christine was all toothy-grin, standing inches from me as I sat in my swivel-chair, her thigh brushing my knee from time to time as she swiveled her hips and waited for me to find my voice. I said yes, that was my car. I'd worked a fair. "Cory followed Eli's lead and snatched two of the wobbling boxes off fromthe luggage. "Woah, these are heavier than I expected." Yeah," the guy handed Eli the other box and the luggage case. "Sorryabout that. Those are all my pots and pans and stuff. Thanks a bunchguys."Eli's box didn't seem nearly as heavy as Cory's. He carried it easily inhis left hand and rolled the luggage up the steps. "Pots and pans? Justbuy a set or something?" Naw man," the guy said with an easy smile, "just barely.