I nearly fainted when she took her skirt off. She had a tight blue bikini bottom wrapped snug around her hips. It did its job wonderfully, smanagaing ...to make her look both sexy and cute simultaneously. Next was the t-shirt. Under that she had on a tight matching tank-style top that hugged and supported her adorable small tits. I could see her turning red and keeping her arms in front of her nervously, but I wouldn’t let that last. ‘Take my hand, jump in with me.’ She looked at me and laughed,. . Word. That's what I'm saying. Yeah man, I'll holla at you later, we'll hang out on Sunday morning or something. I'm out."Scott fumed. He felt cheated. He wanted someone experienced in BDSM to control him, not some fucking amateur. His arrogance button was flicked on and he had half a mind to call the whole thing off and leave. He brought the plates out to the den and placed them on the coffee table with silverware and paper towels for napkins. He went back to the kitchen and got two beers and. Holy shit, my girlfriend was getting off on this. I decided I would lay my head facing them and pretend to go to sleep. After a few minutes, and some fake snores from me, she moved under his shorts and worked her way around his upper thigh. She pulled out and got more cream. As she did that, he popped his butt up and adjusted his cock so that he wasn't laying on it. He must have been rock hard at this point. She didn't even bother working the lower part of his leg and sat closer up as she slid. Just as well Mum hadn’t decided to phone her back for a longer chat... I also got a very nice reply to my thank-you note to Catriona Baxter; she mentioned that Mum had invited them up to Jen’s 21st party, and they were looking forward to that.Funnily enough it hadn’t been an especially wet winter as far as rainfall totals went – just cold, dark, murky and horrid. Now that I was listening for it, the phrase ‘fog in the Vale of York’ seemed to occur quite often as I listened to the weather.