I gave her bottom an evil grin.“Such a naughty bottom,” I whispered. “I think it needs to feel the hairbrush…”The buttocks beneath me went s...till. I could sense that the mere mention of such an implement had raised the game a significant notch. I was pretty sure my lap had just got wetter.“Oh, pl… please no — not the hairbrush,” she begged unconvincingly — both in fear and in encouragement, I thought. Which would win out? I wondered.Thumb still wedged in her welcoming tush, I moved my fingers. Enough" as she unwrapped her legs from about my waist. By then she must have spasmed a half-dozen times, once nearly unhorsing me. She was a good one, deep and exciting, and I hated to stop although my body had been sending me messages for some time. I pulled it out with a sucking slurp, wiped it on my shirt tail, tucked it away, rolled to my back and smiled at the roof of pine boughs. She bent over and kissed me."Get that superior look off your ugly face," she said. "I worked as hard as you. Unknown to Liz, Dan was bringing her to a “X” rated movie theater and was going to introduce her to sex on screen and with strangers. Dan told Liz to dress in a knee length skirt, low cut blouse, heels, stockings, garter-belt, and without any panties or bra. Liz asked Dan why he wanted her to dress like he asked, and Dan’s reply was, “ because I may have the need to sample your delicious body while we’re out.” Liz smiled at Dan and said “you’re such a naughty man.” Dan whispered to. “Oh dear I am sorry Herbie” Ruthie joined him patting the shirt, having got some kitchen roll. “All my fault, shouldn’t have said ... it’s not on you shorts ... OK?” she told him stooping to inspect his tailored, sharply creased, knee length, light khaki dress short.“Fine thank you Ruthie. Don’t worry about me, but you did shock me when you said you know and you can.”“Want to see?”“Er ... of course ... but where’s Lucie?”“Out for the day. Mebin, her hubby’s company is holding an event, sort of.