Sitting in the middle, the women on either side of me and their husbands on the outside. I continued watching the video but could hardly sit still as... my cock was aching in my pants, I took a heart and a huge chance and put my hand on the thigh of one of the woman, initially she did not react but after a few minutes she put her hand on mine, and moved it higher up on her thigh, I wanted to pull away but she held my hand there. Suddenly I felt a hand on my cock the other woman lay her hand on my. "And could I have some of that wonderful Sangria too?" Coming right up, sweetheart," said Donna, pulling at Bob.She took him to the office."What the hell happened to her?" she asked, staring at Bob."She was, in fact, in an accident. There was an explosion, and she was unconscious for days. She almost didn't make it." She's never flirted with Vinny," said Donna. "And I know for a fact she's never had the lasagna." Her memory is fried," said Bob. "She's forgotten a lot. She remembers some things. When those blue eyes looked at him from those glasses, his heart skipped a beat every time. Today she was her typical outfit, V-neck t-shirt and tight low-rise blue jeans. Her shirt fit her body to perfection, and was tight enough to show a little of the lace on her bra holding her nice rounded tits if he looked hard enough, which he did. The jeans hugged her hips and accentuated the lines of her legs and ass. She always smiled at him when she caught him staring, but never said a word. This. "RebeccaI was really pleased with the way things were going. Rory got docilely into the car when I ordered him to then dutifully phoned his mother when I requested him to. But I was still not ready to let him off the hook. I grilled him over his assumption about my poster. However I was impressed at the sensitivity he showed over my brother's death and his realisation that this may well have changed things for me, although he did not yet realise how much.Then when he called me Miss when.