Mike caressed his fiancée's knee, running his fingers over her silky nylons. Jen's shapely legs never failed to arouse him. His fingers traced up her... legs until he reached the bottom of her mini-skirt. Aglow from the pot, Jen didn't seem to notice. Mike edged her skirt up, exposing more of her long legs.Mike looked over at Billy, and grinned. Jen and Billy were c***dhood friends. Well, not exactly. Jen at 25 was six years older than Billy. Jen used to babysit Billy, but now Billy was a freshman. This wind would have torn my flimsy skirt off. -Ach yes. I thought it might be like this. That’s why I encouraged you to change, though it’d deny me easy access. You know I always put your welfare before mine darling. -That so? That’ll be why you brought the crop then? Putting my welfare before yours… -I brought the crop because you need it sometimes. Stop being coy. I don’t have to remind you that you’ve got off several times having your cunt beaten with it. In fact – his cock stiffened at the. " Thank you," Edgar said, setting the box to the side and going back tothe main room.When Edgar walked to the counter, he noticed that there was a bar stoolsitting next to it. The Old Man frowned and muttered, "I brought it outso that you could have a seat. Besides, I don't want you getting in theway or bothering the customers, so as long as you sit on it, they can'tsee or hear you. Got that?" Yes sir," Edgar responded, snapping his hand up in a bad salute and thenhopping onto the stool. The. I blushed crimson, realizing he had known all along that I was behind him while I appreciated his rear. The corners of his eyes were crinkled in amusement, and his eyes danced merrily. It was so good to see him without the haunted look he’d worn when he left early in the morning that I breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn’t help but smile even bigger. ‘Where are we going, Steven?’ I asked. He sauntered over to me and took my arm, assisting me as I limped with my one crutch. He didn’t lean down.