He gave her an extra tightening of the arms and kissed her neck under her long blond hair."Thanks baby" he whispered in her ear. She shivered at the f...eel of his hot breath on her neck and ear.He didn't waste any time either. Right after lunch Uncle Bob said he had something in his bedroom he wanted to show Pam. Chrissy stayed in the living room, looking through a pile of DVDs, looking for a movie to watch. She heard the door close and then her mother's voice squeal "Bobby!". There were more. How-how-”“it’s okay, Brook. Listen, he’s-”“NO! You listen! I loved that boy! Anna-she was one of my best friends, she...I...” Brook’s anger suddenly melted into sadness. She buried her hands in her face and sobbed, “Damn, damn them all!” She stood up and ran out of the room. Sprinting down the stairs and out of the front door, she put her face in her hands and cried bitterly on the front porch.Will rested on the cold ground by that river. He was exhausted, and every fiber of his being begged. She was so wanting them off. I know the cooler air coming across her exposed pussy had to intensify her feelings. She would now realize she was without panties in public and her pussy was basically exposed to the correct angle of anyone looking beneath her skirt. I relished in this thought. I knew this was a rare experience for her. My mind wondered how I could get her to this more often. Nevermind. I told her to keep watching them. Keep thinking about them. What she would do if they saw her. I stand before the Signora. Already, I dare not think of her by hername. She is elegant, as only an Italian can be. She leans back in herchair. She inspects me. I feel a flush rise to my cheeks. "I will speakto you in English," she says, "but you must reply only in Italian." Ma?" I stammer. "Ma, scusi Signora, non parlo italiano."The Signora dismissed my objection with a wave of her hand. "You willneed only the most basic vocabulary. You are merely a servant afterall."I flush even more. Now,.