Oh yes, Chris answered. Although, I could make them a bit sexier. She smiled and nodded as though hed asked if she wanted more ice cream. He moved to ...the edge of the table, and leaned over her legs. With his camera in one hand, he reached the other towards her panties. I shook with anticipation, as I was sure he would remove them. But I was wrong. He put a finger in between her legs, and stroked up and down so softly, she started to let out a series of quick breaths. Slowly, he began to push. B, E, aggressive. Punching and throwing doesn’t work, how about we split the difference. Something with some reach,” Jennifer said. She twirled the baton again and threw it into the air. “Spinning...” She caught it on the way down and kept the twirl going. “Ignition...” It was noticeably longer. She threw it up again. “Burning...” She quickly reached up and caught it in one hand. “Pike!” The baton was much longer than before, and the end burst into a shower of sparks as a long and flat spike. We talked about their early friendships and life in general, asking each other about our lives and loves smothered in sexual innuendo throughout the conversations that I realised was where Jess got some of her humour in that regard.Around midnight Vee and Rachel went upstairs to bed and Jess and myself quickly cleared the worst of the mess we had made away before retiring ourselves. The next morning with a heavy head I popped out to the supermarket to stock up on more wine and get some more. "Come back here and have tea with us. I, er, think it would be good to convince you we're not ... like my sister-in-law."Mike smiled, "I think I'd worked that out. Someone as nice as Abigail must have pretty good parents."Her father snorted. "Never mind the flattery, just bring her back undamaged by six o'clock, okay?"Mike nodded, and the man left the room to be replaced by Abigail in jeans and t-shirt, carrying an SHU sweat-shirt, sensible low shoes on her feet."Will I do like this?" Oh,.