Looking like anyof the countless little boys he's berated in here for God knows what."Ellen called me on Saturday," he says. "She called me and told m...eeverything."Ellen. Ellen? My aunt Ellen called Wayne and ... I think back to ourphone call. She must have called Wayne straight after. Decided this wastoo much, or something. Ellen. Sold out by my own Aunt. I guess my Dadwas right about that too.I didn't screw this up."She was worried I was going too far," I say. "She was right. But,that's. "Ok; get cleaned up; quickly. You have him back here ASAP!" he said to Michele.Still a little bewildered, Abbot followed Michele Bouvier to the men's room. He locked himself in the stall and flushed his shitty underwear down the toilet bowl. He came out of the stall to see that Michele had filled the basin with soapy water. She looked at the basin pointedly and turned her back. She had no wish to see Abbott Balfour's shit-caked fat ass or his cock.Abbot cleaned himself and Michele pulled. So I found her clit and began to gently rub my finger in little circles on it and it grew and produced a lovely juicy wet cherry. My cock was now producing pre cum and her hand was sliding my foreskin right down the shaft and it was getting harder and harder. I inserted two fingers in her cunt and started to finger fuck her, my thumb pressed on her mound rubbing her clit until she got very wet and my fingers slid in andout easily of her now well open cunt. I started to kiss her breast and. “Do you need anything to get you in the mood?”“No, I don’t think that will be a problem,” said Grant, standing up and shielding his erection half-heartedly.Olivia and Lucy pluffed up the cushions on the sofa in the sitting room and suggested that Grant should sit in the middle.“Would you like a little baby oil?” Asked Lucy.“Eh? I don’t know, what do you think?” Grant asked, uncertainly.“Well our hands are really soft, so maybe just as we are, and we could try the baby oil next time?”“Uh yeah,.