As his hands moved to touch her thighs, she straightened up and said” Krish!! Auntie is there!”Krish sat up, clutching his shorts and made a small... pleading sound. “ please Ma! I can’t help it. Please” begging. I think Monica got a high from making him beg, like getting back to his father for leaving her. She pushed back his hand sternly and said” are you mad? What will Auntie say?”“ I’ ll do it quickly and quietly Ma, please, just today”..as he gripped her short dress by the waistBy now my hand. “That’s not really allowed, Claire! I can’t do that – that would be to show favouritism, which isn’t… oh fuck… isn’t fair…”Claire withdrew her mouth from Dr Dick’s cock, leaving it bobbing desperately in front of her face. “Oh, that’s a shame, Doctor Dick. Can’t you… uh… stretch the rules a bit?” She looked up into her professor’s face, fluttering her eyelids and licking her lips, whilst taking care not to actually touch the long throbbing cock which waggled desperately in front of her eyes.. ?Sorry, can’t help you,? the man apologized, turning his attention back to the magazine. ?Okay, thank you,? Hannah said, turning around and exiting the store. Hannah felt her heart freeze when she looked towards her car and saw at least a dozen bikers around it, with several of them even sitting on the hood and trunk. She’d only been inside the little market for maybe thirty seconds, yet somehow that had been enough time for all of these men to park their Harleys and set up camp. The guy at the liquor store even let us buy a nice bottle of wine. He knows us pretty well by now.We stopped for supper at the Union. No point in paying extra or trying to make supper in an unfamiliar kitchen. And the weather was cold enough so nothing would spoil in the car.At Henry's house, we put stuff away, looked around. Two big bedrooms with big beds, great master bath. Wonderful kitchen. Living room with a fireplace.We opened some beer, started a fire, put some music on the stereo and.