It was like an itch that I couldn’t scratch, and I really needed a good scratching. ‘If it’ll help distract you, Ellie hates me.’ He didn’t... bother looking up at me. ‘No…she doesn’t.’ The guffaw that escaped my mouth was unintentional. ‘You’re a terrible liar.’ He stood, his strong hands moving up to my back, steadying me as the sudden movement caused me to sway a bit. ‘I think she’s just sore about the whole eloping thing, she’ll come around.’ ‘You know…if you wanted to move back to Texas,. I closed my eyes while sliding my hand underneath my panties feeling how wet I had become. Slowly starting rubbing my clit and sliding my fingers down my wet lips and back to my clit. Occasionally sliding a finger or two inside me. I moved up and started rubbing on my clit as I was pinching my nipples with my other hand. It didn’t take long before I started cumming. My body begun to shake as I had to fight from screaming out as my finger kept the pressure on m clit. Afterwards I was surprised. ”“I won’t teach you how to become a better liar, but never stop asking if there is something you don’t understand,” Roban replied, grinning about the puzzled expression his answer produced on her face.“Athea is waiting for you in her room but before you leave you have to tuck me in and kiss me goodnight. A daddy is supposed to do that.” Secure in her knowledge her puzzlement gave way to an expression of renewed, steadfast conviction.Roban pulled the blanket up to her chin and pecked the tip of. A musky, aromatic, male scent...the kind that makes her wonder if it is from a bottle or simply from him.The jostling crowd causes her to lose her grip on her briefcase and it drops to the floor at her feet. Instinctively she bends to retrieve it, pressing her shapely butt against her patient neighbour. Half embarrassed and half intrigued, she smiles and wonders what he would think if he knew that she had no panties beneath her trim, short skirt. Standing, she half-turns again and with a sultry.