Author: Wade Mondegam, Copyright © 1997 Master Wade.

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"Hi, handsome," Mink said into the phone, gaily. "What are you up to tonight?" "Hello yourself, Professor," Jim replied, pleased to hear her voice again. "I'm just going through your drawers upstairs, trying to find at least one leftover pair of panties with just a hint of your wonderful aroma in them."

What a liar, Mink thought to herself. But she loved it. "Having any luck so far?", she asked, dead-pan. "Not a bit. There's panties here that smell like Janet, and panties that smell like Carol, and panties that smell like..." "Oh, stop it!", Mink said, and laughed out loud, "You don't even know women by those names, much less have a cache of their panties in my room!" "Who said anything about them being women? Can't a man enjoy the scent of a sexy young girl anymore?" "Well, dear Step-Dad of my heart, some men may as well face the fact that girls do grow up to be women, especially if they are pushing fifty themselves." "Did you call to see if my Social Security check was coming on time, or what?" "Frankly, you probably won't believe the reason for my call, especially not after the course our conversation has taken so far," Mink said, smiling to herself. "Try me. I've believed in miracles ever since the first time you raised your skirt for me." "Well, I've been thinking about how long it has been since I did anything really special for you..." "Yea, it has been a while. Two weeks nearly, huh?", Jim interrupted.

Mink laughed. "Well, I wasn't going to count that, silly. Nothing special about me playing a little with a stallion that's hung like

Anne's Avenger is." "So you say." "Whatever. Anyway, I'm glad you liked that, but I think you'll like what

I have in mind even more." "In that case, PLEASE tell me about it!" "If you'll just hush for a minute I will." "Consider me hushed." "Okay. I was looking over my first period class the other morning, trying to figure out which ones were going to be the really good students and which ones were going to be gone after the first semester, and I caught this female student named Mariah looking at me. She was staring, almost in a trance." "That's unusual?" "Will you stop?" "Go ahead," Jim said, biting his lip. "Anyway, I stared right back at her, and she didn't even seem to notice.

So I took a minute to look her over, and I realized that this is one really good looking girl. She was wearing one of those short and tight little skirts that only girls like her can wear, effectively, at least, and it dawned on me that her thighs still had just a touch of baby fat on them. Well, maybe not baby fat, exactly, but you know exactly what I mean. Her legs were deeply tanned, but there were almost invisible little streaks of white in places, which I realized were stretch marks.

Not the stretch marks a mother winds up with, but the ones that a young girl gets when she finally begins blossoming into a woman." Mink paused for a second and then continued. "Well, good, I can see I finally have your attention." "Don't digress. You were talking about her thighs." "Yes, I was. Anyway, I looked back up at her face and I realized that she had caught me staring at her legs. She had one of those `yeah, I wanna fuck you too' looks on her face, almost daring me to approach her.

It took me by surprise, Jim, and I had to force myself to call class to order and get on with the lesson, just to get her out of my mind." "Gee, thanks." "Just wait, silly. I'm not done yet. A few days later, I was standing at my window, looking out at the commons, and I noticed that she was laying out in the sun. It was too good to pass up, so I went out to sit near her and watch for a bit. While I was watching her, it finally dawned on me that, while I might not feel safe trying to have a relationship with her on campus, it might not be so dangerous to bring her home some weekend." "Now I see how you managed to get all those scholarships," Jim said, teasingly, but thrilled by his delightful step-daughter's train of thought. "Right. Like fucking the Dean of Admissions didn't have something to do with it, huh?" "You did that?" "No, Jim," Mink sighed, "YOU did!" "Oh, THAT dean? Well, she was cute." "She still is. We're having dinner next Thursday night. Where was I?

Oh...when she got ready to leave she walked over to say hello, and one thing led to another, and finally she said she'd love to come see the farm some weekend." "Mmmm! So you're going to bring me lil miss baby thighs as a present? Is that it?" "You got it!", Mink said, grinning. "What's the guy's name, Mink?", Jim said, solemnly. "What guy?", she asked. "The guy you're fucking? The one that is making you feel so guilty that you think you have to bring me some young pussy?" "Have I ever failed to tell you who I fucked?" "I don't think so, but it isn't like I can check you for cum after your dates anymore, you know." "I do believe you're jealous!" "Me? Ha! Jealous! What a joke! What's the bastard's name, Mink?"

Mink wanted to laugh so bad that she could just barely control her urge. "You ARE jealous! That's wonderful! It makes me only happier that I can do this for you." "There isn't anyone? Really?" "No, Jim. Not a soul. This girl is just really good stuff, and my motives aren't all altruistic, you know. I want some of it too."

There was no response. "Jim? You there?" "Yes, I'm here. I'm sorry, Mink. That was ugly of me." "No it wasn't. It was really very charming and adorable, and it only makes me love you more. Anyway, will it be okay with you if I bring her home some weekend?" "You know it will be. But she may not be as quick a study as you seem to think, you know." "Trust me, she will be. And I promise you...when you see her, you'll want her to visit often. No doubt about that."

After her conversation with Jim, Mink was glad that she had called him.

For whatever reason, Jim seemed to be finding it harder now to not have her around the farm than he had while she was in college, although the truth was that she was home more often now than she had been then. What he really needed was the kind of companionship that he had missed ever since Anne's death. Mink knew that, and she knew that she would never be able to give that to him. It was sad, but that was the way it would have to be. They both knew it.

Jim hung up the phone and started putting the panties back in Mink's lingerie drawer. She had thought he was kidding, but she had no idea how many times he went to her room just so that he could feel closer to her.

He'd never done it before, but he was going to make sure he pirated a pair of her freshly moistened panties to put in with the others the next time she was home. She'd give them to him gladly if he asked her for them, he knew, but there was something about the desparation of that kind of hunger and need for her that he couldn't let her know about.

Mink had her own life now, and while she would always be welcome at the farm, he couldn't let her know how deeply he wanted her back there.

He was pleased that she had thought of bringing the girl to the farm.

There was no doubt that he'd find the sweet young piece thrilling. Mink knew exactly what excited him, and she was incapable of making an incorrect judgement where girls were concerned. But no matter how wonderful the college freshman might be, Jim's greatest joy would be in having Mink back at the farm again, doing the things she used to do for him, and with him.

Mink sat at her dressing table, clad only in a pair of lacey black french-cut panties. She looked at herself in the mirror, pleased that she still held much of the youthfulness that had always been her mainstay. She was just lucky, really. She possessed the sort of small little mouth that always somehow denotes youth, and while she might make it appear to look bigger at times, for the effect, she could just as easily apply the lipstick and gloss with more conservatism. But it wasn't just her mouth, she thought to herself, as she turned slightly and looked at herself out of the corner of her eyes. It was her eyes, as well. Totally devoid of any lines that would give away her age, Mink's eyes were still spectacular, one of her better features. With long lashes and a depth of color that often appeared black instead of the deep blue they really were, it was hard to turn away from Mink's eyes, especially if you got to see them up close.

She pulled her hair back and held it tightly, pony-tail fashion. Yes.

That took another five years off of her, easily. Perhaps when she took

Mariah to the farm she would wear a pony- tail, and tight worn jeans and cowboy boots, and an old flannel shirt that was strategically missing buttons. After they had seen the stallions and perhaps had even gone for a ride, Mink would struggle to get the old jeans off, protesting all the while that she must have gained weight. Surely Mariah would help her get them off, wouldn't she? And when she did she would see Mink's legs better than she ever had before. And Mink would open her legs quickly, before Mariah could turn away, so that she'd see them open and would be able to see the crotch of the very lacey panties she would wear. And

Mink would be wet. She always got wet when she rode. And Mariah would see that she was wet and maybe even smell her. And Mink would lay back on the bed with her legs open, her mound pushing the lacey front of her panties up, pubic hairs poking through the little holes, and she would just dare little Miss Mariah to not think about what it would be like to stick her tongue in Mink's sweet honey pot.