Mandy blamed it on the rabbit, but then decided she was tired of fighting. Or maybe resisting was the better word. Bob was obviously interested in her...and, suddenly, the objections she’d had toward returning that interest just seemed tiresome. Not that she planned on jumping into anything with both feet. She decided the breaking point had come when he hinted she might be ready to leave the ranch and return to her other life. She was not. She couldn’t explain why she wasn’t ready, but she knew. And talk. And talk. Which he did, for the entirety of the rest of their walk to the restaurant, never again asking her opinion, so as to not embarrass her obviously inferior intellect in his eyes. Fine by me, Lucia thought, as long as he for dinner and a few bottles of wine, he can lecture me as long as he wants. They entered the restaurant, a middling-expensive Italian place with a reputation for good Alfredo sauce and bad breath. Mitchell gave his sport coat to the waiter, revealing a. ” As we talked about these things, I continued rubbing, kneading and caressing her sheer stocking covered feet. I worked my way up her ankle and on up to her toned-calves. She slid down the couch as I worked my way up, touching and feeling her glorious feet and legs. Her feet were now in my lap rubbing against the growing bulge in my sweat pants. It was so erotic, so sexy. Barbara's legs shining from the glow of the stark light of the TV in the dark room. I felt nervous and brave at the same. Ralph stood up and Tim dropped down to one knee and,,,,,, took Ralph semi erect cock in his hand, lifted it up and licked it pretty as you please right to the tip. T squeezed my hand hard, in a gesture that I took to mean"time to leave". As I started to rise in my chair she announced to the room that I would have to wait until I drew that card, I just can't get up and go lick his cock because Tim did. Damn, did T just say that?? A million thoughts raced through my mind, what would I do if I hit.