Inch by inch, I slid into her easily. I could feel a bead of her own juice running down my shaft. She was wetter than I could have believed but I stil... was not fully buried in her, where I wanted to be. She lifted herself a bit, continuing her tease, then came back down again. My teeth grazed her nipple in my mouth. She gasped. She pressed the lemon to the other nipple, squeezing it gently. Its juice misted us both. The scent of lemon perfumed the little kitchen. She drizzled her honey again. Instead, the neatlycombed dark brown hair seemed to make his eyes and skin stand out evenmore. What made the picture complete was the mouthful of white teeththat appeared as he smiled at her."Yes, I'm fine. A little startled but okay." She replied feeling thecolor rise to her face. There was a flutter in the pit of her stomachwhen he smiled at her. He could have been snarky about the whole thing,but was completely gracious instead."I'm glad; I would hate to have someone as pretty as you. "Lana needs a glass of water." And one appeared in my hand. "Thanks."They whistled again so I shook my ass and walked back down the hall to the bathroom. I closed the door and handed Lana the water. She thanked me for the water and stopped to brush her teeth. She went back into the bedroom while I took care of my needs. I was down in the kitchen getting my coffee about fifteen minutes later and Lana was there a while later.I headed out to the porch to enjoy the morning with Pap after the women. Barbara considers the uniform inside.“Did you have this ready before he left this time? Or did you just make it?” she asks.“Which would make you more comfortable?” Alfred asks.Barbara rolls her eyes and holds it up to look. At least Alfred has some taste. He kept this one the same as Barbara’s own design: a gray suit with blue boots and gloves. The bat is simple and yellow.She scowls. “Did you, uh, fix it?”“Yes, Ms. Gordon. It’s specially reinforced.”Barbara looks down at herself. The bulge.