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 The Hall Way

   Mrs.  Johnson was walking back to the kitchen.  She was carring a large
serving dish back from the den.  Mrs.  Johnson's head was down as she was
focusing on not spilling the load of dirty dishes.  She didn't see Sam's
approach.

   Sam purposly staged the hallway pass.  She waited for Mrs.  Johnson to
make the trek back to the kitchen with a fully loaded tray.  She wanted the
older woman's hands to be occupied.

   "Hi Mrs.  Johnson" said a smiling Sam.

   "Oh, hello Samantha" exclaimed the started mother.  Mrs.  Johnson eyes
darted around.

   "Another load of dishes?" ask Sam.

   "Yes.  This is the last one, I hope" answered Mrs.  Johnson.

   "Here, turn sideways so we can pass each other without dumping anyting."
Demanded Sam.

   As Mrs.  Johnson turned her back to Sam, she felt the young girl move in
close and halt her progress.

   "Sam, please, not here" begged Mrs.  Johnson.

   "Oh be quiet, I'm sure you're wet as hell just thinking about what I'm
going to do with this body of yours.  Now stand still like good pet."

   Mrs.  Johnson felt Sam's hands caress the sides of her tits and quickly
make their way to her stiffining nipples.  Mrs.  Johnson moaned when she
felt Sam's fingers take a hold of both nipples and gently pull.

   "You like that, don't you?" asked Sam.

   Mrs.  Johnson moaned louder.

   "Yes, I know you do.  I bet I can make you cum right here in the hall
way just by playing with your nipples." Stated Sam.

   Mrs.  Johnson could only bite her lower lip as she felt Sam's attack on
her nipples intensify.

   Sam pulled her right arm from that magnicifant chest and slowly trace a
line down Mrs.  Johnson's back.  Sam didn't stop when her fingers
encountered the top of Mrs.  Johnson ass.

   "Sam, please, I'll drop the dishes" pleaded Mrs.  Johnson.

   Sam smiled, leaned in closer to Mrs.  Johnson's left ear and breathed,
"No, I don't think you will.  I'll have to punish you if that happens and
you won't like my punishment.  Believe me.  Now spread your legs a bit, I
want to feel how wet you really are".

   Mrs.  Johnson complied with Sam's demand and spread her legs sholder
width apart.  Sam continued the trail of her finger tips down the crack of
Mrs.  Johnson's ass and didn't stop unitl she was at the base of Mrs. 
Johnson pussy.

   "What you wanna bet you're dripping wet" teased Sam.

   Mrs.  Johnson didn't have to bet - she knew she was soaked.  This young
girl had her body on fire.  Again.  And she couldn't do anything about it.
Again.