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I nod. Rosanne is a lot of things, but lazy and unmotivated do not describe her. The older woman works hard, and wants to provide for her daughter. I could never fault her for that.
“Hey, Mason?” Charity asks, bringing me back to the present.
“Yeah honey?”
The curvy brunette bites her lip.
“Well, I have an admission to make.”
I grin at her sideways.
“What is it?”
She blushes prettily and then takes a deep breath before looking at me again.
“Well, you know my bedroom’s right next to my mom’s room upstairs, right?”
Oh shit, I have an idea where this is going, and I nod, glancing at her sideways.
“Yeah, what about it?”
She titters again and teasingly runs a finger along her décolletage.
“Well, I’m a light sleeper and you know that you guys were loud sometimes,” she teases. “So yes, I’d hear you guys going at it. But it wasn’t just that, Mason. I’d get so jealous when I’d hear my mom moan. I used to hug my pillow to my chest and wish I was the one you were touching, and not her.”
I lick my lips. Oh shit, this has entered taboo territory again. Why does this always happen with Charity? I want to pull her the curvy girl into my arms and fuck her until she’s screaming more than anything, but we have an appointment at our location. As a result, I merely stare at her with glowing eyes.
“Damn baby,” I rasp hoarsely. “You can’t tell me stories like that while I’m driving.”
Charity merely squirms in her seat and giggles again as the hem of her skirt rides up even more, baring just the tiniest bit of her panties.
“Can’t do what, Daddy?” she asks breathily, reaching one finger down to stroke gently over the hard nub between her legs. “What can’t I do?”
That’s it. I swerve suddenly to the side of the road and turn off the ignition before basically jumping on the curvy girl and ravishing her in the front seat. This is what the beautiful woman does to me, and I have no self-control where Charity’s concerned.
Eventually, we arrive at Millstream Farm located in the Rosewood Ranch Lands. It’s a huge piece of property, complete with a main lodge, a barn, a pool, a hayride, and orchards, in addition to its location on the bank of the Cherry Falls River.
“You ready?” I ask. “We’re really late, but I think they’ll still let us go inner tubing.”
Charity giggles before saluting me.
“Aye, aye, Captain! Ready to hit the rapids.”
With that, we buy tickets and then head to the changing rooms. With satisfaction, I see that Charity’s limping slightly, and I know it’s because of the hard pounding she’s been taking morning, noon, and night. She’s got lush curves that can handle it, but let’s face it – this girl was a virgin not a week before, and I’m a virile, hungry man. I’ve been using her body shamelessly, and she’s a little sore as a result. No matter. I’ll make sure she gets some rest, although how that rest will manifest has yet to be seen.
Meanwhile, I quickly change into my swim trunks while Charity reappears in a white bikini. My jaw drops because she’s absolutely gorgeous even as her assets strain at the small pieces of fabric. The straps holding it together are like floss, and they look like they could snap with just the slightest tug.
“You look amazing,” I rasp as she comes close. “You look like a model, honey.”
She blushes and giggles. “You’re one to talk! You’re the one who was Mr. March in that fireman’s calendar the station put out last year!”
I wink at her. “I’ll reserve you a copy when this year’s edition comes out. I think you’ll like it.”
She giggles.
“Why, are you brandishing an axe naked?”
I wink again.
“Better than that. I have a puppy in my arms as I’m putting out a fire bare-chested.”
She rolls her eyes and takes my hand. “Okay big guy. Very funny hardy har har. Let’s go because the water looks fun!”
We each grab a bright red inner tube and wade out into the river. It’s freezing at first, but once we get in the tubes, it’s not so bad and we begin to float, enjoying the ambience. Wow, this is nice. I lean my head back against the tube and look up at the clear blue sky as the sun warms my skin. The stresses that have built up from work start to drain out of me and I’m curiously content. Beside me, Charity dips her hand in the water and flicks me gently.
“What’s on your mind?” I ask, shaking my head like a wet dog.
She smiles. “Oh, nothing really. I was just thinking that I used to be so self-conscious about my figure because I always wanted to look like the thin women in magazines or online. Even just a year ago, I would never think to wear a bikini.”
