The journey to Manchester went smoothly apart from the usual looks from guys trying to get a peek up my skirt while I read my mag,boys will be boys so... nothing unusual in that, in fact its quite flattering that they want to look,between you and me I get a kick from watching them, does that make me a naughty girl then Ha Ha.Anyway the shopping was really good in Manchester I treated myself to some new sexy gear,a couple of really hot basques and some stockings and suspender sets and WOW a really. “Are you for real?” she asked incredulously.“I texted her to see if she knew who Vicki might be,” Liz explained.“She’s a smart-mouthed little shithead,” Jill said.I couldn’t help but laugh. It was the pot calling the kettle black.“I seem to collect those people,” I said, gesturing to Jill with my thumb.“Hey!” Jill said indignantly. Liz just burst into laughter.“He’s right,” Liz declared. “You and she should be BFFs.”“At least you should refrain from calling your Mini-Me hurtful names,” I said,. Taste their cum and then fuck me John, she said.How could I refuse; so I took the glass, in time with hers and poured the nectar onto my tongue. It was a joy to taste, after all I'd tasted them before as well as my own, so I looked to Mary as to whether I should swallow. She tossed it back and gulped it down. I thought that I would win 'brownie' prizes if I did better, so as I took it in my mouth, I sloshed it around for a few seconds, savouring the taste, before gulping with pleasure - after. ‘You know, you really are beautiful,’ he said. The comfort of the couch gave way some so that Brandy actually wound up leaning against him somewhat. As her legs crossed again, her pedicured foot trailed down his weathered jeans a bit. Picking her glass back up, she took a slow sip and her blonde hair spilled over one shoulder to curl enticingly over one breast. She managed to blush softly at his words and whispered a soft, ‘Thanks’ over the rim of her glass. Brandy couldn’t help but take in his.