My best friend named Mike, asked if he could come over and I said “yes”. He’s the only one I told, that I watch porno on my satellite, just not ...hat kind of porn. Well, that morning Mike came over, we went into the living room and I cut on the TV & Satellite. Mike was amazed at what he was seeing, as his boner was showing through his sweat pants. We kept watching as I would glance at him sitting beside me on the floor. I then asked him if he wanted to show each other how hard we were? To my. . oh, Peter...”Peter ignored Lauren’s protests and continued arousing her passions. Lauren began shivering as his fingers slipped down below the waistband of her pajama bottoms and slid insistently between her legs, to tease and torment her shaved pussy. One arm stayed behind her back, to hold her on his lap and keep her close, while the other delved into her hot and dripping snatch.“Oh, Peter ... oh God! ... no, no ... oh, oh, oh...” Lauren was shaking as a small orgasm washed through her. Dear AnnI guess the last thing you would have expected from me is an e-mail and right now I suspect you are probably raising an eyebrow or two in surprise...The truth is...I didn't know what else to do.I feel real bad about what happened the other week, and I'm sure you will have guessed by now, it's why I have kept out of your way, believing I'd not be made too welcome were I to have called round.I can only hope you can accept my apology for what happened for I truly am sorry.I've spent the. “Here’s your tea, Penelope,” Christine said when she stepped in front of the bench.“Oh, bless you, dear,” the old woman said as she took the glass in a reasonably steady hand. She brought it to her lips, sipped, and then let out a satisfied sigh. “Thank heavens you know how to brew tea. Everyone else must make it with toilet water.”Christine laughed and said, “You’re welcome. There’s someone here who would like to visit with you, if that’s all right?”“Oh, who is it?”Christine waved for Ella.