"I'll try, Mother," he said, looking down at his feet and hoping that she would not notice that his cock had ballooned out as she touched his head. Suddenly he wanted to leave, to be by himself.

"I think I'm going out to the pond," he said pulling himself away from his mother.

"Don't get too dirty," she called after him, returning to her work.

David hardly heard her. He was too wrapped up in a cloud of conflicting thoughts, and he wanted to be alone while he tried to collect them. The pond some fifty yards behind the old home was virtually secluded, and he saw no other houses that might supply other visitors to interrupt his thoughts. His cock was still tight in his pants, and he slipped his hand down and re-adjusted the burgeoned mass. He sat down at the edge of the pond and tried to take some form of solace in the clear, placid water.

Karen was watching him from her third floor bedroom window through a small clearing in the woods. She noticed that her room was the only one in the house that had a view of the pond, and she reasoned that it was better that way. Now she wouldn't be caught. There were no other houses in the immediate area, and that was good too. When she went to David, they would be all alone, and that was the best of all. She went to the mirror and made sure that she looked just the way she wanted in her tight jeans and loose work shirt, tied around her waist and unbuttoned just enough to reveal as much of her creamy-white breasts, as she cared without seeming too obvious. After all, she wanted to tease him into fucking her, not scare him away. Rushing her hair, she touched up the barest hint of lip stick she wore and bounced down the stairs and out of the house.