" I broke a bit of toilet paper and gave her a little nod to leave me get back to my business. My fake, pretend business."I don't think you understand..., Patrick." I watched as her eyes travelled down my body and to my crotch."No, I understand. I understand," I fidgeted in the chair. Oh my God. Oh my fucking God, she did know. She knew what I had been doing in here and she wanted me to proceed with it right in front of her. She wanted to see me jacking off, and her eyes were locked in on my. " It's smells even better up close," Sandra teased him.He just smiled at her and responded, "Does it now!" He then slipped off of the chair, and crawled towards her, expecting her to close her legs and to try to get away from him.Instead, Sandra didn't do that but just kept lying there with her legs wide open. Her vagina even winked a few times at him, as if it was inviting him in.Nico slowly moved closer towards Sandra, and his eyes were glued on that sweet pussy of his cousin. If only he had. "Where is that big old slow barge you guys are herding along now?" Hi sweetheart, I'm so glad you thought of me. I feel better now that we can talk. We're really in the middle of nowhere. After our last course adjustment there is nothing between us and Demeter except more space travel." Grandpa, I really want to sit on your lap like I use to. I'm so sick of these feathers. They itch and Tonto says I'm going into a molt. He says there is a real possibility that we may meet with more Darjee when. " I eat at home on Monday and Wednesdays. Why don't you join me?" Beverly asked.Bobby said, "I don't want to do anything that'd appear improper?"Beverly asked, "Would your wife mind?" No wife, no girlfriend," he answered."Are you a gentleman?" she asked half teasingly."Yes ma'am." We can eat out on the patio. That should be all right," Beverly said.So twice a week they had lunch on the patio and talked. By the third week, Bobby was totally and hopelessly in love with her. He hadn't dated much.