‘Yes, you really have captured the essence of the sitter in that one, Elvira. I envy you, your skill in being able to interpret her so well.’ I re...plied, trying my damnedest to use the same kind of arty-farty language that Arthur appeared to be so adept at. It must be the cultured way Arthur spoke that attracted those females to him. It certainly wasn’t his looks. But then again, maybe Arthur carried something around in his trousers that most of us other mere mortals haven’t got? You can never. “Here, let me take care of that” my mother-in-law said, as she leaned forward, keeping one hand on my rear (noticeably closer to my crack I vaguely realized) and grasping my lengthened cock with her right hand, naturally having to encircle my waist, and thus pulling me a step backwards, closer to her.“Mae…!” I began to say, but no, not really, this is a true story, so to tell the truth: I just sighed and let her do what she wanted, and basked in the feelings.She removed her hand from my bottom,. On one of her returns home, our parents had gone away on vacation themselves, leaving me and Lisa at home. She was now 19 years old, and a genuine knockout. Tall, tanned, long limbed blonde goddess. What was there not to love.On this visit, I recall it was a Friday night. I was planning on staying home to watch my favorite NBA team, the Celtics, play the hated Lakers. Lisa was planning on going out with her girlfriends. Before she left, she had been showering and getting herself ready for the. I risk a glance up at him and give a small smile. "It's really no problem, you know I love my job." I answer and look back at the doors. He slides his hand down slowly and hooks his index finger in the belt loop of my skirt, almost as if he didn't notice he was doing it. "I'll see you tomorrow," he says, his voice husky, as he slowly takes his hand away and walks forward just as the elevator stops and the doors open. With him gone, I let out the breath I didn't know I'd been holding. "Holy.