She pointed back into the house and said, “Let’s find us a drink. In the kitchen.”She walked back into the house with me in hot pursuit. I follo...wed her to the kitchen, where she had a bottle of good Scotch and some twelve-year-old whisky. I pointed to the whisky, which she splashed over a glassful of ice. Handing me the glass, she let her fingers linger for a few extra seconds against mine before pulling her hand away. I could feel her touch long after she broke the contact. Next to Lainie, I. She was wearing a small black dress split in the front showing her cleavage. Funny I never noticed til then but she had nice breasts not just ass. She wasn't showing a lot of legs, but what she did show was great. She looked amazing, makeup done up with bright red lipstick and dark eyeliner. She sat on the same bench as before, when she saw me a huge smile spread across her lips, "What do you think of the dress?" "You wear it well." Yup, great compliment, better then what was going through my. . young lady," I stammered incoherently as she continued to rub my cock."I um, I don't think I could ever... forgive myself if I took advantage of you right now."Miranda did not respond and simply continued to lovingly stroke my cock flesh."God knows your mother hates me already." She doesn't have to know." Miranda replied sincerely. "I want this... I've wanted this for so long." You have?"The iCarly star simply smiled up at me and nodded her head."Come on Uncle Mike, are you telling me you've. She felt all soft and mushy inside. When the kiss ended, he began caressing her breasts and any anger she might have felt fled. She wasn’t wearing a bra – Pete had destroyed the only good one she had – and his hands moved over her bare skin, bringing her nipples to rigid points, pressing against his hands. ‘Oh, Mark, you make me feel so wonderful!’ she whispered. ‘You like it?’ Mark asked. ‘Oh, yes!’ she crooned. His hand slid up her leg, under the mini-skirt she was wearing, and she parted her.