She often ties it back, leaving a clear view of her large dark brown eyes and sexy little smile. To notice eyes and a smile is a big achievement for m...e - I usually find it hard to get beyond the bum and tits bit, but with Katie I even admire her dainty thin eyebrows and long eyelashes. Trust me, this is love by my standards.Sat on the end of her bed, my heart was beating like a train. I knew I was drunk and I was conscious that I didn't want to make a complete tit of myself. That was enough to. The social worker was a pleasant, motherly-looking woman in her late forties called Jean Carnoustie. Dr Rankin explained in detail the symptoms of Bridget's illness and the amount of care she needed. He took her to meet Bridget suggesting that Moira stayed in his office as she might be a distraction.Twenty minutes later a visibly shaken Mrs Carnoustie returned. "You can't begin to look after her on your own, Miss Macintyre," she said. "You need to have a living-in carer to help you." That won't. Shit! He is planning to give me an oil massage! I wasn’t expecting this, and hence, my excitement and horniness increased manifold. Naman dropped the oil slowly for a while. After my navel was over dripping with the oil, he stopped. With the blindfold on, I couldn’t see his actions and awaited his next move.After a while, some fingers jumped on my belly. They circled my belly and carefully rubbed the oil on it. Then the fingers went, and two long hands took their place. Naman kept both his. With her hand trapped over her lap, she curls her middle finger to find her throbbing clitoris. Impatiently, she rubs, pinches, and hits herself, while the still-running water laps at the crease of her ass like a devilish tongue.The sensations conspire against her, and she's bested within moments. Butterflies explode in her belly as her knees buckle and her breasts inch down the glass. "You made me come" she mewls at an imaginary lover, the embers of her climax quickly cooling.This is Aria's.